Word of the week: Frame
Word Count: 100 – On the nose (including two frames)
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Last Line of Defence by Impaladreams
Sam groaned, his shaking hand gripping his brother's more tightly, desperately as bone grated against bone, pain arching his slender frame. Dean winced, smoothing sweat damp hair back from the bloodstained forehead.
"Sshhhh! Easy, Sammy…Dad, we gotta get him outta here, now!"
"We can't outrun it in the dark, son. I'll lure it in, kill it. Then we'll get him to safety…Watch that ridgeline...I'll be back!"
"Dad, no!…Dammit!"
Tension mounting.
There! A fleeting silhouette, framed for an instant against the moonlit sky.
Soft whimpers as he eased his hand free.
"Sshhhh! Quiet, Sammy."
Hefting the flare gun protectively, he waited.
Ends
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