E/O Word: Pressure
For Miyo86
Hope you have a happy birthday! :)
Word count: 100
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Dean stared straight ahead.
Deadpan.
The deep gash seemed to taunt him, a gaping wound.
Within him, his heart raced, beating wildly against his ribcage. Pressure built up tight in his chest and his breath hitched, coming out in short quick pants.
"No…"
In his mind, he could see precious crimson trickling down.
"No nononono…"
A mortal wound.
"NO!"
Sam peered over Dean's shoulder. "Dude… Chill out. It's just a scratch."
Dean flipped. "Just a scratch? Just a scratch?!" He waved a hand frantically at the Impala. "This is my baby we're talking about, Sam! She's—she's scarred for life!!"
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I'm not sure that Dean freak out AS much, but I couldn't think of anything else for a panicky Dean. ;)