E/O Challenge: Spent
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Herewith disclaimed.
A/N: Two unrelated drabbles. First, a bit of non specific S4 angstiness. Think Family Remains.
"Spent casings all over." He turned, pointing. "They took a stand there."
"Wrong ammo. I wasn't in time."
"No, we weren't in time, Dean. But we torched it. It won't hurt anyone else."
"There's a hunt about…"
Sam pinched the bridge of his nose. "Another hunt? Seals breaking, the apocalypse, Lilith—any of that ringing a bell?"
"I need to keep moving. Keeps stuff out of my head."
He looked at Dean, red-eyed, pale, starting to sway. "How long since you really slept?"
"Dunno. Couple days."
"One twenty-four hour nap coming up. Demons can wait that long. And I'm driving."
Please read Chapter 2.
