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E/O Challenge: Peppermint. 100 word drabble. It might be party time in the bunker, but when the lights go out Sam soon finds himself at the center of an intriguing mystery.
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Faint with Peppermint
"His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely" – Song of Solomon 5:16
Despite the bunker being deep underground, Sam had never felt claustrophobic. Well, not until the power went out. Maybe he shouldn't have insisted on the party lights.
One minute he'd been chatting with Kevin and Charlie, while keeping watch on Crowley, the next he'd been gasping for air as he flashbacked to the close confines of the Cage.
His panic surrendered under the surprise impact of soft, firm lips clamping over his and shared peppermint-fresh breath. His savior pulled away mere seconds before the emergency lights kicked in.
Sam looked around, wondering.
"Who's got gum?" he asked after a moment.
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