Supernatural 100 Drabble Challenge
Prompt Word: GRAZE
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters portrayed herein. I'm just borrowing them to have a little fun.
THOSE HAZY, GRAZEY DAYS OF SUMMER
By: Vanessa Sgroi
Dean pushed himself up off the ground, stifling a groan as he did so. He glanced over at his brother who was also in the process of levering himself off the ground. He staggered forward.
"Hey, you okay?" he called out to Sam.
Sam turned his head and blinked at Dean. "Uhh, yeah, it's just a graze."
"That's an awful lot of blood for just a graze."
"Hm, about as much blood as you have all over you right now…"
Dean looked down his front. He shrugged nonchalantly. "Musta grazed me too, I guess." He pulled at his bloodied shirt.
"Did we get him at least?"
Dean shook his head. "'fraid not. He disappeared."
"Great," muttered Sam. "So this isn't over."
"Most definitely not over." There was menace in Dean's voice.
"C'mon, let's get out of here." Sam leaned into his brother and noticed Dean leaning right back; a good indicator that they were currently supporting each other.
"So what now?" Sam queried as they both gingerly slid into the Impala.
"We recover and regroup…then go after this son of a bitch again."
"We don't have much time…"
"I know."
"If we miss again…"
"We won't. He's goin' down. Guaranteed."
FIN