A/n: Happy late birthday Nana56!! Sorry it's so late! Challenge Word:Glimmer
"What? Was there glitter mixed in with that powder she threw at us?" Dean laughed weakly. The witch they had hunted stabbed him in the shoulder, and it was bleeding badly.
"Don't talk. Save your strength." Sam muttered half heartedly at Dean. He was attempting to stitch up the grievous wound.
"It didn't even do anything. It just makes your hair all sparkly." He coughed roughly. It didn't sound good.
"Are you ok?!" Sam asked urgently, his voice laced with concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He lied. Sam heard the pain in his voice, so he fussed over Dean even more.
The black abyss was encroaching on him, and the last thing he saw before he blacked out, was the glitter in Sam's hair glimmering.