E/O Drabble Challenge
Rating: G/K
Word: Alert
Spoiler Alert: None
Sam stretched his legs in front of him, wincing as the fresh stitches threatened to give way. Above him the sun was bright, the air around him bitter cold.
Trying to remain alert, he blearily glanced down at the compass still clutched in his hand.
It was too dirty to read.
He pulled his right arm close to his chest and swallowed back the sharp taste of iron and bile.
The leather jacket around his shoulders was torn and ragged.
Sam wasn't sure how long he'd been there, knew that he was stuck in the middle of nowhere.
He shut his eyes.
Dean would be back.