Nowhere Left To Go
AN: E/O Drabble challenge. I wanted to play this week, hope that's okay. Word was "lash" and variations upon that. We are getting to be quite a large group! Waves at everyone. There is a community for these E/O drabbles I understand. Check it out.
Dean twisted his neck, seeing Sam holding the whip, the long, knotted strands moving as his hands shook.
Fear in his eyes.
Orange fire, redolent with oils and herbs, danced behind him.
Sweat slicked Dean's bare skin, splashing to the ground with tiny sizzles as he waited for what was coming.
"Do it!" he finally barked, feet braced, tugging the ropes lashing him spread-eagled between the trees.
"I can't..."
"Yes, you can," Dean snarled, closing his eyes, willing his shaking body to keep fighting a little longer.
Because they had no choice
"God, Sam! Please! Do it now!!"
End Notes: My goodness...