Title: Evaporated hopes
Challenge: Dry
Disclaimer: I do not own supernatural.
A/N: It's 3am here. I sat straight up and wrote this. I must have been dreaming.
The air was to dry, to hot. As soon as Dean's blood was spilled it seemed to crust on his skin. There wasn't enough water to cry.
The metal hooks dug to deep into his shoulders and held him as he shook violently. The knife came down. Taking away another piece of his tormented flesh.
Sammy…oh please god…Sammy…
Malicious laugh. Red eyes seeming to know, always know, his thoughts. "No one's coming to save you."
Dean's eyes darted around.
True- This was hell.
And Sammy was already to late…
He shed a single tear but it evaporated on his cheek.