Waiting for Sam
E/O Drabble Challenge: word count 200
Challenge word: lost & glade
Warnings: None
Summary: When waiting for Sam is nothing like waiting for Godot. Dean hopes.
100 degree heat, 100 percent humidity. It's to be expected in the Everglades he supposes, and even at midnight there's no let up, no relief. Sweat trickles down his bare skin. Proof of life.
Though Dean isn't sure how much that's worth, given how much of his blood is freely mingling with the sweat that soaks through the coarse hemp ropes that bind him, before seeping into the damp earth beneath him. The smell of blood is strong, even over the rich scents of rot and brackish water.
It's only a matter of time before one of the nearby crocs wakes up and decides that munching on Dean Winchester's tender flesh would make a nice change from fish. If that doesn't happen, the increasing air pressure that's making it ever harder to breathe, heralds a storm surge that will drown him if Sam fails to persuade the Seminole chief to revoke his curse.
And that depends in turn on finding the lost tribe's sacred carving of the panther stolen from its burial place when the greedy company drained the swamp.
Dean's head drops. Sometimes trust in your brother is all you have left.
Dean concentrates on breathing, and waits for Sam.