A/N: Hey guys! Guess who's still alive and kicking! :) And working on new and old stories. And yes, I haven't forgotten about Storm. How could I!? *grin*
Again, the hugest of huge thanks to every single one of you who's still sticking around, reading, alerting, favoriting and reviewing my stories; PMs me from time to time or became a friend over the years. I can't tell you enough how much I appreciate it!
A special shout-out goes to Enkidu07, Muffy Morrigan and Ridley C James. You guys made my USA-Trip so so much more awesome! *hug*
This little piece isn't beta'ed so I hope it's not too bad. *blush*
No real timeline this time.
It was hard, but 100 words on the dot! :P
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Rain
He fought to get back up on hands and knees, mud and blood staining his cloths, rain pouring down on him, making him shiver.
Dean gasped, his vision blurring. He swayed, almost collapsing again.
Pulling the knife out of his side hadn't been a good idea but he had to help Sam…
Dean blinked furiously, searching for his brother. Lightning illuminated the cemetery, showing Sam's dark figure on the ground.
It was supposed to be a simple hunt; they hadn't been prepared for a vengeful spirit.
His arms shook under the strain of staying upright; fingers fisting around the lighter.
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End
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