E/O CHALLENGE
Happy Birthday Newspaper Taxis
Word: Dust
Word count: 100
The storm was over as fast as it had arrived, it left nothing untouched. Dean woke up with a throbbing pain in his gut. He could barely move without passing out from the pain. His hand slid to a moist part of his shirt. It felt sticky. "Dean!" That's Sammy, he's close. Help! Dean's words had no sound.
Sam came around the corner and saw legs sticking out from under the debris. On the dust-covered ground there was a red puddle that increased in size every second. "Dean!" He threw the debris to the sides to get his brother out.