Can you heal me?Can you heal me?I call you out from these rotten halls,I scream your name from broken walls.Can’t you see me? I’m hanging from the ceiling, the more I cry the more the paint is peeling.Do not fret, these blood red vines pouring from the shattered windows, I hope you can heal me, as this pain flows.Maybe you can help me mend, in this hopefully happy end?
Chat-Fic!(Hello! And welcome! To the first ever chat fic! This idea I made up is where people make a roleplay below, in the comments, and what you say, is copied, and pasted in the fic, so by the end of the roleplay, we will have a fanfic, with real people playing the characters, with their own real actions. It's a public effort! Who knows, it could be Doctor Who, Supernatural, Sherlock, Avengers, EVEN SuperWhoLockEnger! By the end of this is when I will name it. And warning, this may end up containing inappropriate content!)----*Sam Winchester is sitting on his bed in a skeevy motel room surrounded by paperwork and reading something on his laptop