E/O Challenge: shelter
Word Count: 100
Warnings/Spoilers: Yes, for Season 7 finale
Summary: If Sam thinks he's having a bad day, maybe he should just ask Dean...
Give Me Shelter
Sam huddled under the shelter of the miniature crypt. Glancing up the dark sky, he realized the rain may last all night. He tightened his jaw against the pain of his clenched, cold muscles, stealing a glance at the precious packet held tight against his chest.
The crushed leg bones of a long-dead child, an ingredient in a spell that would perhaps, this time, grant Dean his freedom from Purgatory.
But one drop of water on the valuable component would render it useless.
Sam knew whatever discomfort he was experiencing now was nothing compared to Deans'.
This is my penance.