A/N: It's been so long since I've done these! Real life just got in the way too much. I'm sorry.
Anyway, I absolutely loved this week's word and I just had to get back on the horse with these drabbles.
This week's word is 'Fragile'.
MAJOR SPOILER ALERT if you haven't watched the Season 9 finale.
200 words on the dot. :D
Enjoy!
Sam didn't understand what they had done to deserve this. They were seven billion people in the world and yet, all the shit seemed to happened to the Winchesters.
Goddamn demons, douche-headed angels, the apocalypse; they seemed to be a magnet for those.
Sam felt yet another tear stream down his face as he stared at the life-less, almost fragile looking form of his dead brother.
Again.
"Dean," he whispered in a broken voice, draining the last of the whiskey from his glass before setting it onto the bedside table in his room.
He'd lied. He needed Dean. He'd always need him. And he was going to get him back no matter what.
It was with promise that Sam patted his brother's shoulder with a shaky hand before stomping out of the room and heading towards the dungeon.
Crowley.
He'd gotten Dean into this mess and he was going to get him out.
Sam hurried towards the dungeon and his blood boiled seeing the remnants of the summoning ritual Dean had used to call upon the reinstated King of Hell.
Crowley would have to bring Dean back, because Dean was right.
There ain't no me if there ain't no you.
If it seems a bit rushed, I apologize. I tried. :)
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