Author: Laedie Duske
Disclaimer: Don't own, just love to play with.
Word Count: 100 exactly
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Featured Word: Remote – special circumstance: use twice within the drabble. I have to admit, this challenge broke my brain a bit. I try very hard not to use the same word twice in close proximity, different meanings or not. And of course I'm taking poetic license on one hell of a date here – an avalanche is nothing at all to screw around with.
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The ranger said the chances of finding Sam were remote. Dean told him which exit to take for the scenic trip to Hell.
Slogging through the snow where he last knew Sam to be, Dean screamed himself hoarse. Then he screamed some more. Somewhere between yelling SAMMY and freezing his ass off, he heard a muffled sound.
SAM ( listen ) SAMMY! The reply was weak, getting weaker, but it was enough. Dig until his muscles shrieked, then dig more.
Sam was still, blue-tinted.
"C'mon little bro, hang on. You need your fingers for the TV remote when we get back."