Word: Fervor
Word Count: 100 – On the nose
To Helen Bache and InSecret – Happy birthday, hope you both have a great day.
Disclaimer: I own nothing – it all belongs to Kripke, but I sure do like playing with his toys!
Can't Hold On by Impaladreams
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"Sammy, Down!"
The ear-splitting crack of the old Colt followed Dean's yelled command.
Sam, facedown on dusty floorboards, watched the light of insane fervor fade from demon-dark eyes.
A loud clatter brought him swiftly to his brother's side, slumped against the wall behind him.
"Dean?"
Pain-filled, emerald eyes struggled to focus on startled hazel, blood pulsing through the torn T-shirt.
"I hit it?"
"Uh? Yeah. Oh, god! Stay still!"
"Not goin' anywhere'." Dean whispered, crimson spilling from slack lips, eyelids fluttering.
"Stay with me!" Sam fumbled for his phone.
"'M sorry, Sammy." Dilated eyes begged forgiveness as consciousness trickled away.
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Ends