E/O Challenge: trap
Disclaimer: In my happy place they are all mine. Sorry, no more room in the happy place for others.
No spoilers
Blood
Sam stared back at himself in the cracked mirror in the dingy, dim bathroom of yet another crappy motel. Turning on the hot water, he rinsed his brother's blood off his hands. The red swirled and mixed with the water to slide down the drain trap. It was so easy to lose the life giving substance. It seemed to Sam that either he or Dean lost too much of it these days. How long before one of them lost just too much and finally stopped? How long before the one sat holding the other's lifeless form? Not today, but someday.
Sorry, a bit morbid, but it echoed my mood….