A/N: Okay, I got this little idea from the great people at the SFTCOL(AR)S Forum. It was for a weekly drabble contest, (now thank God I know what a drabble truly is thanks to my friend historylover, hehe) so I decided to post it here. Nothing great, just wanted to try something new. Enjoy
Disclaimer: Kripke you meanie, you own it all, and are too stubborn to let us have a share in the market. Though I can see where you are coming from. Millions of us, and only one of you. Not liking those odds at all, hehe. You may want to relocate to the Northern most point in Alaska, just to avoid the loonies out there! Hmm, this disclaimer is going to be longer than the drabble itself...I better stop here!
Beyond
Cell in hand, Sam bit his lip, as dead air faded through his brain.
He struggled with himself, to simply stand and wait, when a small, quiet sound slipped from the silence.
The past rushed back, and he knew what it was instantly.
Time heals all wounds they say, but this one had just reopened with only a simple, little sound. A word.
"Sammy!"
His brother's cry came over the airways loud and clear.
"I'm coming Dean."
Sam held the phone close, as if holding his brother. In his mind, he knew, that soon he truly would be.