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Oh my, would the boys be in trouble if I had a say... Just one word: SFTCOL(AR)S
A/N:
Response to Enkidu07 and the gang's Drabble Challenge. Thanks for letting me participate… even though it defied being pressed into 100 words, thereby turning into a double drabble.
And muchísimas gracias to my awesome twin sister Twinchy for the beta!
Summary:
He shut the door with a reverberating bang and clung to the handle for dear life.
Prompt: stall
Additional conceptual challenge: One of the guys force-examines the other. Come on, how in all good heavens could I say no to THAT?
Seal of Confession
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Passing the nave's last stall, the elderly priest raced the final yards towards the confessional, towards safety. He shut the door with a reverberating bang and clung to the handle for dear life. A forceful impact to the side brought the wood down splintering like straw. The confessional wasn't safety after all; it was a death trap.
Swiftly killing the possessed padre with Ruby's knife, Sam, completely dumbfounded, watched his shirt turn crimson where the sharp edge of the altar cross had embedded itself in his abdomen. He weakly leaned against the corpse while Dean struggled his way into the tiny confined space.
"Let me have a look," Dean all but pleaded. Foregoing any protest by trapping Sam's hands with one of his, Dean peeled the layers of shirt away with the other. He gently re-enforced his grip as Sam started to come out of his stupor and began to struggle feebly against his brother's hold.
"Can't we get out of Dodge first?" Glancing at his wound, Sam added, "it's nothing; and I feel really uncomfortable… pressed… between you and Father Davison's body… like this."
"Stop whining, Sammy. Besides, everything in here is under the seal of confession," Dean smirked.
The End