I'm currently working on the next chapter of Raising Winchester, so I'm definitely in a pre-series mode right now. I struggled a little with this drabble, because I wanted it to be about more than a moment, but a more complete story. Please let me know what you think!
Desperate Souls
Bogeymen preyed upon wholesome hearts, pure souls; it was why Caleb suggested Sammy play bait to skunk it.
Dean didn't like it. He dug his feet in, prepared to fight but Sammy stopped him.
He looked impossibly young but even more determined. "I can do it. It's what we've been training for, right?" Sam's eyes flickered to John.
Sam was desperate to please him.
Dean relented.
The hunt exploded into a violent chaos that left Sam was hurt—bruised, depleted of energy, unable to stay warm. They swaddled him in blankets and concern.
Dean wondered how scarred his soul was now.