š²šššš°šøš½ šæšøš½š²š·š“š³ šš¾ šš·š“ ššøš³š“, Ā š°š½š³ šøš š²š¾š½šµšøšš¼š šš·š°š š±š“š²š¾š¼š“š š° š»š“š°š³š“š½ šš“šøš¶š·š šøš½ šš·š“ šæšøš š¾šµ š·šøš ššš¾š¼š°š²š· ; Ā šš°š¼ ššøš½š²š·š“ššš“š.Ā Ā Ā sam ā¦Ā god.Ā he looks different.Ā somehow taller,Ā as if that were even possible ;Ā ira feels an odd sort of presence stood there,Ā peering through the window at him,Ā unbeknownst.Ā mesmerized in a way.Ā ira hadnāt given it enough thought to evenĀ Ā considerĀ Ā the winchester boys showing up,Ā but now itās happening,Ā apparent before him,Ā he almost kicks himself forĀ Ā not expecting it sooner ;Ā Ā Ā jesus.Ā Ā nausea gripping his throat while he watches,Ā noticing them both speaking to a number of his neighbours ;Ā fuck.Ā is he next ?
you need to get out of here,Ā the thought burns behind his eyes ;Ā better to flee the scene than do this,Ā now,Ā so extremely unequipped and unprepared.Ā shaking his gaze off of him,Ā dunham frantically searches his house for a coat,Ā keys,Ā phone,Ā wallet,Ā ( not even considering that practically running out your house at whatever time of morning this is is at allĀ strange behaviour )Ā and just behind his front door,Ā he has to suck in a deep breath.Ā when heās out,Ā and the doors locked,Ā his hands are in his pockets and heās walkingĀ Ā fast,Ā Ā hoping heāll not be noticed,Ā until ā¦Ā Ā thereās a shout.Ā an all too familiar voice.Ā and he stops dead.Ā oh god.Ā here we go.Ā Ā Ā //Ā Ā Ā @smmieā.
