E/O Drabble Challenge
Rating: G/K
Word: Hold
Author's Note – Well, it has been a LONG while since I've done this. And, to be honest, I have missed it thoroughly!
Spoiler Alert: None... well, besides the usual hardcore angst.
Dean holds on until his fingers are black and blue, until he can't feel anything below his wrist and the minutes slip into hours.
Outside the window the night sky is painted gray and the moon hangs like the grin of a Cheshire cat.
The air is stale and thick around Dean; it tastes like warm copper and makes his stomach lurch uneasily.
Next to him Sam is unmoving and pale. His chest rises slowly and the ventilator whooshes loudly.
Dean closes his eyes and swallows, for a moment the room feels like it's spinning.
He clenches Sam's hand tighter.