Sheltered
SPN100 challenge, word: flood.
Summary: If John had felt as if there was nothing left to lose he'd better think again… Pre-Series, with Dean around 6 years old.
The panic came like a flood, first trickling into his blurred mind, seeping through the layers of whisky and self-pity and his all-consuming wrath. But when he finally realized that the kids were gone, everything was drowned in that huge and overwhelming wave of fright. He searched the dingy motel room, checked under the bed, in the bathroom, behind the couch – nothing.
The salt lines undisturbed, the silence clawing at his soul.
Where?
Why?
He grabbed the keys, stumbled through the door and towards the car, stopped dead.
Dean, protectively curled around Sammy, sleeping in the only shelter he knew.
A/N: It was tricky to press this story into only one hundred words. I had to stop before I could tell anything about John's reaction, his feelings, the things he might've learned that morning – so it's up to you to flood your imagination. Don't be too hard on John, I think he did the best he could under the circumstances.