Disclaimer: No, no…they're not mine but basically they're ours to play with.
Word of the week: Alarm
Word count: 99
Betas: PsiChic and bia1007
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The steady pounding in Sam's head spiked alarmingly in mere seconds and the pain sent shivers down his spine and made him shudder. Squinting hard, he pressed his head into the pillow and moaned painfully.
A cool hand palmed his forehead and Sam flinched away.
"Shhh…it's me." It was the ever comforting voice, so he leant back into the touch but it was not there anymore.
Through tired slits he scanned the room. Nobody was there. A lone tear rolled down his cheek as he closed his eyes and remembered.
Dean was in hell and Sam was alone.
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End
a/n: Thanks bia for being an awesome co-author and thanks to PsiChic for being a great beta. You girls really helped me a lot. Hey everyone! Sorry for the angst here, lost my grandma last Thursday but writing has been my way to channel the pain. So, I was feeling a lot like Sam now. This drabble was dedicated to my late grandma, wishing her happiness everywhere she might be right now. Hope you like it, thanks for reading everyone. lots of love, Azra.