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Happy birthday Sebby!

A pic for Into The Fire

"It was just above him. No—nottied—no, the guy had been—holy hell, the poor guy had been crucified! Dean scuttled backwards in shock as he took inthe awful sight. The poor guy's arms had been pinned to a horizontal beam by—good god,were those angel-lades throughhis wrists?— one angel-lade, atleast? And he was hanging there like a grotesque reenactment of Christ himself on the cross. Thepoor bastard, whoever it was, had been nearly flayed, too; he was shirtless and his whole chestseemed just a mass of bloody redmeat, covered with slices,dripping with blood. His pants were drenched with blood; blood was dripping from his bare feet.His head was hanging down, his face a mask of bruises and blood,his mouth hanging slackly open.

While Dean stared, blank with shock, a heavy drop of blood fell from the guy's open mouth. His mouth was slowly dripping blood,and it was this blood that had been falling on Dean's hand.”

——Into The Fire（by NorthernSparrow）