Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. That'd be Kripke et al.
A/N: Another effort of the Drabble challenge – sorry this is so late – I was on a plane in a thunder storm when this was supposed to be being posted… I tried to think of Dean. Bad idea. I tried to hum Metallica. Couldn't think of a word of lyrics.
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Word: Broken
Count: 100 on the nose, baby!
He pounded through the undergrowth, his breath hitching in his chest. Branches twisted, snapped, and broke beneath his feet.
He'd killed his own beastie and hoped his brother had dispatched his own.
He was going to kill him when he found him. Would it kill him to leave his phone on when they were hunting?
Would it kill him to check it?
Splitting up was always stupid.
"Dean!" Sam screamed with what was left of his broken voice.
He seemed to be following a path already pounded through broken vegetation.
He stopped. Looked over the cliff. At his broken brother.