Disclaimer- I sadly do NOT own supernatural.
Xxx
He watched in awe as the little white flurries drifted to the ground in a synchronized pattern. A small pile of snow was beginning to pile on his head, but he didn't mind.
There were so many questions. Where was Sam? Where am I? What am I doing here?
He doesn't remember what happened, just watches as the snow around him turns a sickly crimson, contaminating the picture of innocence. The trees above him begin to blur together, creating a brown sky above him.
Yet the only thing that matters is watching as the snow falls.
It means he's still alive…
Xxx
A/N- 100 words on the dot! I may create another chapter that ISNT a drabble to explain why he's in the middle of nowhere watching snow… I don't know yet. Lol.
Merry Christmas guys!
~PsychoPicasso