December 2000
It makes him think of this warehouse loft in Iowa. They were hunting a spirit there, some months back, and the whole building collapsed. They'd gotten out before it crumbled, but it was damn close.
Now, watching his father and brother on opposite sides of the table, each staring angrily at the wall beside the other's head, he realizes they won't hold out like this much longer.
And Dean is suddenly reminded of the vertigo. The sickening feeling of floorboards drifting apart right under his feet, the thunder of support beams breaking.
A stark, empty void waiting below.
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AN
Okey dokey, well rested and fed (mommy's rock!), I'm back at it: three for one as promised :) I'm posting the drabbles for Dec 16., 17. and 18. now, and 19. in the morning (okay, let's be realistic: afternoon ) and then I'm all caught up.
Hope these are worth the wait :)
And cheers, Amy: that PM was oh so very good for my ego :) Actually, maybe too good, you'll have to say something mean so I don't over inflate :)