WOW: spring
Also for the prompt: legendary at writerverse on LJ
Summary: Sometimes things aren't all they're cracked up to be.
Youth
"Think that's it?" Dean's staring incredulously.
"Maybe," Sam replies doubtfully. "I mean, the map was four hundred years old."
A tiny spring trickles out of the ground, producing a scant thimbleful of water that runs about a foot downhill before disappearing back under the sod. If it's the legendary fountain of youth, it's doing a damn fine job of disguising itself.
"You wanna?" Dean lifts an eyebrow enquiringly and gestures toward the seepage.
"No way, man." Sam hesitates, flicking a glance Dean's way. "Do you?"
Dean shakes his head and turns away. More life isn't really what he's looking for.