E/O Drabble Challenge
Prompt word: frosted
Word Count: 200
BEING THERE
By: Vanessa Sgroi
"Dean!" Sam's desperate yell was swallowed up by the howling wind. He squinted through the darkness and the steadily falling snow, calling again. "Dean, where are you?"
He trudged deeper into the stand of trees, despair riding his shoulders. "Dean!"
For a split second, the wind calmed and the curtain of snow parted, and there sat Dea slumped at the base of a tree. Sam rushed to him. He tilted Dean's head back, immediately taking in the pallid complexion, eyelashes frosted with ice crystals, and smear of red blood decorating his temple.
"Dean, hey," Sam patted Dean's icy cheeks. "Hey, now, c'mon."
Finally a response when Dean moaned softly.
"That's it! C'mon, let's get you outta here. Back to a nice, warm motel room? I don't know about you, but I'm freezing my ass off out here!"
Dean's lips were moving, but Sam couldn't hear what he was saying. He cleaned closer. "What, Dean, what?"
"S'mm, sh-shoulda jus' left m-me here." Dean breathed out on the softest of whispers.
"WHAT? Never!"
"Better for ever one."
Sam wrapped an arm around Dean's shoulders. "Not for me."
FIN