There’s no way in the world that I will leave you just because everyone else does. I’m not like everyone else. I see through you for who you really are, so how am I supposed to leave you when I know the real you behind all of your mistakes?
Detail of the Little Gold Shrine found in the Tomb of Tutankhamun, which is covered in scenes of the Pharaoh with his wife, Ankhesenamun.
This scene shows the royal couple out hunting ducks together. Tutankhamun is seated behind Ankhesenamun, taking aim at the birds in flight. His wife sits in front of him, pointing to where the ducks are and heady to hand him another arrow.
A/N: This is my first contest and my first time writing for Sam. All of the stories currently in my queue are for Dean. It is pretty short, but I had a lot of fun thinking this one up. I Hope you like it. As always, I welcome all feedback. Thank you!
Warnings: Fluff, danger, kidnapped children, orphan, implied sex
Word Count: 1,261
“This was a bad idea.” You said to yourself as you hung
tightly to the metal ladder that lead down into the tunnels. You glanced down and couldn’t see the bottom,
making you even more nervous about what you were going to find down there…wherever
“You okay?” Sam
“I’m good.” You answered,
although it didn’t sound as convincing as you had hoped. You could feel the rusty steps wobble every time you moved. You knew the
ladder would never hold Sam or his brother Dean, so you impulsively volunteered
to go down first. ‘What a bright idea that was’ you scolded yourself.