Word: Rock
Sam or Dean, take your pick – they've both been there. Lonely times for our favourite boys! No spoilers
Word Count: 100 – On the nose
Disclaimer: I own nothing – it all belongs to Kripke, but I sure do like playing with his boys!
Stitched Up by Impaladreams
Stitches hurt anytime.
Stitching yourself hurt worse, 'cause you knew exactly when the needle was gonna sting like hell.
Stitching yourself, left-handed, when you couldn't really reach the gash in your shoulder, just sucked out loud.
But nothing hurt like why you were sitting alone, in a dingy room, after a hunt had ended bloody 'cause no one was there to watch your back anymore.
Rocking forward, the young hunter trickled whiskey dregs over the oozing wound, gasping as it burnt his raw flesh.
That pain he knew would diminish.
Of the lonely ache inside, he was not so sure.
Ends
Sorry, I was feeling a little bleak this week, it kinda leaked through into this. I'd love to know what you think.