The challenge word this week is faint and Sam and Dean have been through the wars again. Happy Birthday CiZiwejes
The sun rose sluggishly casting faint but welcome slivers of light across the soft desert sand and Dean stirred against Sam's shoulder, as if seeking the impending warmth.
The motion rekindled the pain of his wounds and he groaned quietly as Sam carefully tightened his supporting arm.
It would be easier to limp their way back to the Impala now the vast uniform darkness had given way to the day and Sam felt the terror of the night begin to recede.
"Beautiful...isn't it?" Dean's voice was rough as he tipped his chin toward the sunrise.
"Sure is" Sam nodded.
Hope you enjoyed it. x