E/O Challenge: The words for this week are rain, mirror and try. I'm also going to attempt to use "to, two and too" in the fic. If I have room, I'll try to add "chicken" which I've also missed. It's a bit longer than 100 words. My inner muse let me run with this drabble.
Spoilers for Season 8 finale: "Sacrifice"
Two days. It felt like forever in his mind. After the angels fell, Dean fled with his unconscious brother. He'd driven through the pelting rain for hours. He cut off the road at some point, and drove as far into the woods as possible and camouflaged the car. Amulets hung from his rearview mirror, and symbols covered the outside of the Impala. There was nothing to do but hide.
Sam was still unconscious. He'd tried to wake him, to no avail. He wasn't dead, thank God. He'd wanted to go into that church and beat the snot out of Crowley, but he was too chicken shit to do it.
All he could think of was to hide.