E/O Challenge: GLIMMER
Sam wondered if they'd been trapped too long. Dean hadn't stirred in close to half an hour, it was so dark and getting colder by the minute under the rubble of the now-destroyed saloon.
Sam shifted his brother in his arms, trying to make him more comfortable, though he doubted Dean would know the difference at this point.
He held still, listening, hoping to hear something, someone coming for help. But they were truly in a ghost town, now completely deserted since exorcising the spirit of ruthless gunslinger Henry "The Holster" McKinney.
Sam was so tired but fought to keep his eyes open. Help will come, he convinced himself. Bobby will figure it out.
Another two hours later, Sam felt himself slipping. What was the point? Dean was so still, no one was coming. He sighed and took one last look through the rubble, ready to close his eyes and let go.
Wait.
Was that…?
Light?
Sam, through blurry, exhausted eyes, looked toward the sliver – just a glimmer, really – of light shine though the distant slats. He squinted, waiting…
Yes, there it was again. And there was a voice calling out to him. Sam smiled and relaxed, pulling Dean close to him again.
Bobby.