This week's word is Lap and I thank Kripke for the magnificent ride that season five is proving to be.

He's sleeping, leaning against the broken armoire his legs crossed beneath him, the sawn-off laying across his lap.

I watch him from the darkness. Even in repose he thrums with a dangerous energy that makes the air around him crackle.

I concentrate on his face and slowly his eyes open and the fathomless green emerges from beneath curling lashes. He inclines his head. I follow his signal, crawling across the dusty floor to him.

He stretches out his long legs, curling them around me as I press close to his chest.

His arms are strong but brutally soft and safe.

How did ya find it?