He must have blacked out again.
Nothing had changed. He was still alone in the dark.
He heard the dripping of water. It surrounded him, echoed from the walls.
It was a cave. Fuck!
Dean knew he was running a fever. Million-dollar-question was what caused it? Poison or infection?
The pain spiked again, left him breathless and shaken.
Okay Dad, this would be a great time for a rescue! Problem was they weren't supposed to meet for another four days.
Dean sighed. John wasn't the same since Sam had ditched them.
A new wave of pain let him drift into unconsciousness again.
End
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