Disclaimer: The beautiful Winchester boys do not belong to me.
A/N: I just had to write something after the last episode and after missing the last couple challenges. I've had bronchitis for the past 10 days and it's absolutely horrible. Thank god for cough drops and Ibuprofen. Title borrowed from Lucero.
Drabble words: Tense and Jaw.
Word Count: 100
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As the flames swallow up the last picture of Jo and Ellen, Dean shudders.
His body is tense, nothing more than messy edges filled with failure. Distantly, he hears Bobby wheel away followed by Sam and the sharp smell of cheap whiskey.
Another brilliant plan (their only plan) down the drain and it cost them everything.
His jaw aches from the pressure of clenched teeth but he can't afford to voice his grief now. The hole punched through his chest, the size of Ellen's strength and Jo's smile, is still too raw.
His lips tingle.
He couldn't protect her.
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