A/N E/O Drabble Challenge. WOW: Grill. Part II of a Serial drabble. Stuck in some strange dreamlike reality, Sam and Dean must muddle through.
For those of you who missed it, check out Part 1, The Mess in His Mind.
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The Mess in His Mind Part II: Slogging Through
By CFEditor
The reddish-brown gunk seemed to stretch for miles over the barren landscape.
"What the hell do we do now?" asked Dean.
"Start walking, I guess," said Sam, "Try to figure out where in... hell... we are.
"Doesn't look like Hell to me," Dean muttered.
Stumbling, buffeted by the cold breeze, he wished for Baby, her soft leather cushions, steering wheel firm in his hands as he navigated through godforsaken landscapes. He pictured her silver grill flashing in the moonlight... except there was only a dull red glow. Maybe Baby would sink in this muck... No, better that she's not here...
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A/N Bear with me, guys… Next week will be more exciting, I promise.
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