AN: I've always admired those authors that could say so much, using only 100 words or less, that's why I decided to challenge myself with this: Interconnected drabbles following a fictional case of the boys. I'm open to suggestions, but above else prompts from all those interested in this little experiment of mine - if there should be any.

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I don't own the Winchesters, or their universe. I'm just playing for awhile in Kripke's sandbox.

Prompt: none so far DX

Dedication: llLethell - this is all your fault. :D

Wordcount: 100


There was no moon that night when the Impala finally stopped at the edge of the country road, headlights the only thing cutting back the darkness. Dean had known the car was running almost on empty, but he had foolishly believed that they could make it back to civilization.

"Sonovabitch!" He forcefully hit the steering wheel then let out a frustrated sigh when his vision swam a little.

Near him, Sam slowly filled his makeshift bandages with fresh blood.

Outside, the shadows moved closer, a macabre dance around the car.


To be continued?