Disclaimer: Still own nothing and am still not making any money. Thanks to Kripke for the loan of his pretty toys.
A/N: Drabble challenge: spine. Yeah. Apparently I'm hooked.
100 words exactly.
Dean's eyes were shuttered.
Jaw clenching and unclenching.
Hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were turning white.
Sam, riding shotgun as always, sighed. As always. Some things never changed. They'd all died and come back. But it didn't make the anniversaries any easier.
And it was only the men who seemed to make it back.
"Dean?"
Dean sighed.
"Don't."
"C'mon man. It might help to talk about it."
"No."
Dean curled up emotionally like a hedgehog under attack.
Soft underbelly curled in and protected by the hard spines protecting the surface that was presented to the world.
A/N: Drabbles seem to be my shiny new toys. I can't seem to help myself. Reviews are my life. I know. I'm very pathetic….