Challenge Word: Jaw.
Word Count: 100.
A/N: fallenangel218 wanted angsty!Dean for her birthday. Hopefully, I delivered. I wish I could also give you cake, but, alas, I fear it won't fit through the Internet Tubes™.
I know I didn't do last week's challenge. Sorry. I was kinda sick with the chest cold from Hades. Anyway, I wrote one today; it's called Personal Space, and I totally posted it.
Also, I posted another story recently called "And Here's the Punchline". Take a look at it if you get a chance. Please? I'm not above using my very own Puppy Eyes of Doom. :C
Summary: E/O Challenge: Jaw. Stanford-era. --Dean is on a solo hunt, and he's feeling a little down.-- Happy Day of Your Birth, fallenangel218!
Wish
Dean's jaw ached.
The mattress was lumpy and the covers were scratchy, but he sprawled across it like it was the only home he'd ever known. Which, of course, wasn't true; the Impala was home. His family was home. But his family wasn't here and, with a storm raging outside, a bed with a pillow sounded a sight better than the back seat of his baby tonight.
He pressed the towel-full of ice gently against the side of his mouth, groaning in displeasure. And in the still, silent darkness of the motel room, he let himself wish for his mother.