Wear and Tear
Challenge Word: Drag (and I skipped it, so added bonus of Cover)
Words: 100
Disclaimer: My birthday wish wasn't that powerful. Cross your fingers for next year!
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Sam dropped his duffel by the trunk. Double checked the sawed off for bullets, inventoried the ammo. Both flasks full of holy water. First aid kit was getting low, but it would handle another set of stitches, another bullet or two.
Watched Dean recline in the passenger seat, cover his red eyes with sunglasses, drag his fingers through his longer-than-usual hair.
Sam packed the trunk, slid into the drivers seat, noted the slight pull of his thigh, old wounds. "Ohio next?"
"Or we could go see Bobby for a few days?"
Let himself relax as some of the weight lifted.
