NOT HOME
By: Karen B.
Summary: E/O 100- word drabble challenge. Word: Growl. A little addition to my 'Red Skies At Night' one shot story. (Season Eight finale – spoiler warnings)
Disclaimer: Not the owner.
And drivin' down the road I get a feelin'
that I should have been home yesterday, yesterday
Country Roads, take me home
To the place I belong ~ John Denver
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Beep.
Beep.
Sam woke to a dull pain in his chest. Blinking fiercely, a face swam into focus.
"Hi," Dean simply said, a thin smile playing on his lips.
Sam swallowed. "Hi back," he muttered, voice parched.
Beep.
Beep.
Sam looked to his right and frowned at the heart monitor blipping a strange rhythm. His sluggish gaze drifted to the left. A metal stand with two bags of liquid hung from hooks. He followed the plastic tubing down to his forearm.
Sam closed his eyes. "Not home," he growled weakly.
Dean gently squeezed Sam's shoulder. "We'll get there, little brother."
The end