Airborne


Disclaimer
: I don't own "Supernatural", sadly, but the boys are such a treat to play with…

A/N: My gratitude goes out to my awesome beta twinchaosblade who makes sense of my stuff, even if I don't.

A/N 2: Response to the Drabble Challenge by Enkidu07 and Onyx Moonbeam
All fellow players can be looked up on Enkidu07's profile page (the many, many names finally exceeded the drabble word count, hehe).

A/N 3: This drabble is dedicated to the loving memory of my dear friends' dog Shelby and cat Schmusie. RIP

Prompt: Drip

oOo

When Dean was flung from one empty factory room to the next, he needed a moment to get his bearings before trying to move. Sam, equally unsuccessful in dodging the spirit's final outburst as it evaporated, came crashing through the dry-wood wall right beside him.

Groaning miserably, the younger Winchester shook his brown locks in an effort to clear his head again. There was something dripping down his face but he couldn't quite make sense of it. Instead he stared dumbly at his shoulder where the red stain on his jacket slowly grew larger.

"Sam?"

"I think I hit something…"

The End


A/N 4
: Sorry, I haven't been drabbling since forever – I moved into a new apartment, and therefore just couldn't find the time to take part in the Challenge anymore. Now that I am done (and sick of) lugging things around, I will try to drabble (and read other peoples' works) more regularly again. *hugs*

A/N 5: Happy New Year, everyone!