Title: State of Conscience
Author: NativeStar
Word Count: 100 word drabble
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for fresh blood
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Sam's thoughts following the events of Fresh Blood. Written for spn thurnights drabble request and for starrylizard on LJ. Words of prompt: wash it all away, sleep, stars.
A rivulet of pink water snaked down Sam's arm.
Dean was pliant, sitting on the bed and allowing him to gently wash away the blood.
Dean's glazed eyes told Sam all he needed to know; he needed to watch over his brother tonight.

Exhaustion had seeped to his bones and movement seemed like wading through molasses.
Sam sat by the window and looked up.
The stars were out, a beautifully clear night sky.
Shame the same couldn't be said about his conscience.
Tonight he'd killed a man with his bare hands and felt no regret.

Tomorrow he'll deal with it.

This drabble wouldn't leave me alone and has spawned a longer version. It's not finished yet, this is just a heads up that if you liked this to pop an alert on this fic as I'll post it as the second chapter instead of a new story. :)

Reviews and comments all appreciated!