↳ cinco.

[ofthebeast.livejournal.com]

Hush-a-bye, don't you cry
Go to sleep-y, little baby.
When you wake you shall have
All the pretty little horses.
Blacks and bays, dapples and grays,
Coach and six-a-little horses.
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,
Go to sleep-y, little baby.

Comments

[lickthatdevil.livejournal.com]

you're not my mom.

[ofthebeast.livejournal.com]

Hello, Dante like the Inferno.

[lickthatdevil.livejournal.com]

sup.

so, what's up with singing that song?

[ofthebeast.livejournal.com]

I thought it was fitting!

[captnkennit.livejournal.com]

Hello.

[ofthebeast.livejournal.com]

Olá, Captain.

[captnkennit.livejournal.com]

You were on my ship.

[ofthebeast.livejournal.com]

Mm, was it yours?

[postits]

What the hell?

[ofthebeast.livejournal.com]

Is something wrong?

[postits]

That was you.

[ofthebeast.livejournal.com]

What was me?

[forkball.livejournal.com]

You



actually, no. I'm not even going to ask.

[ofthebeast.livejournal.com]

[forkball.livejournal.com]

[ofthebeast.livejournal.com]

[lookpositive.livejournal.com]

What are you doing messing with people's dreams, Rhode?!

[ofthebeast.livejournal.com]

It's what I do.

[lookpositive.livejournal.com]

That isn't very nice, you know.

[sceneswelost.livejournal.com]

Do me a favor and stay out of my head.

[ofthebeast.livejournal.com]

Mm, but you dream of that anyway, don't you, Sam Winchester?

[sceneswelost.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I do. So whatever joke you're trying to play is completely lost on me.

[foreheadforrent.livejournal.com]

That


That was you?

[ofthebeast.livejournal.com]

Hm.

[foreheadforrent.livejournal.com]

No, of course not. Something like that can't happen.

I must be tired. Sorry for bothering you.