The challenge word this week is Stiff and my Winchester is sleepy.
The rag is stiff and mattered with crusted blood and Dean knows that he should ease it away from the wound and try and close the deep incision the knife rent in his flesh, but he's too tired.
The blood loss and pain is making him nauseous and it's all he can do to roll his head slowly against the wall he leans against and look towards the glass-less window.
The sun is setting and with it comes the darkness and he swallows bile knowing they will return for sure.
He smiles and closes his eyes to await them.
Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it. Happy Easter everyone.