Not Waiting for Godot
E/O Drabble Challenge: word count 100
Challenge word: Close
Warnings: One use of the F word - no spoilers, just Winchester whump and brotherly love. Please insert your Winchester of choice.
Silence.
Blackness. Thick, dense.
Pressing on his eyes so he couldn't tell if they were open or closed.
He drew a breath, heard the wet rasp before the pain hit. Gasped as a wave of agony ran red through his chest.
He'd have said he'd blacked out then, but it was hard to tell – too fucking dark.
So. Not good. Broken ribs - the way his head was feeling, maybe concussion.
Licked dry lips, tasted iron. Blood.
Listened to his bubbling lung with detached interest.
It would be ok.
His brother would be here soon.
Confident certainty born of love.
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