Title: The Stone
Author: Mad Server
Rating: K
Characters: Dean, Sam
Word Count: 100, on the button
Summary: Dean has a fever dream.
A/N: This was written for the Enkidu07/Onyx Moonbeam drabble challenge of win. The prompt was "clammy." I was thinking post-hell for this, but probably it would also work for around the time of "Fresh Blood." Many thanks to i-speak-tongue for the much-appreciated WTF check.
Disclaimer: I don't own these guys. You would know, because I would be bragging.
In the dream, Dean's just unearthed a stone. It's smooth and clammy, large and round as an ostrich egg in his hands.
Everybody's on their way.
The stone's not right. It's giving something off, something Dean can't see. Plastic wrap might contain it, but he's in the woods, and there isn't any.
They're almost here.
Dean presses the stone to his middle, falters down to the damp ground and balls himself up tight, shoulders tucking, struggling to seal it off.
Jerks awake to a cool cloth behind his neck, cool fingers in his hair, and brown eyes that've been exposed.
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