A/N: Still in drabble form just no more prompt words. I tried to use some of the old ones but they didn't gel so…..
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The reek of overripe bodies baking in the sun hits him full force.
"Said'ja Goddit."
"I di….Ooof"
They both go down heavy.
Gun goes flying.
"Shit!"
Quick to his knees, to his feet in a crouch.
The smell is everywhere.
It cackles.
The sound rebounds off the brick walls of the school behind him.
Fire as his cheek is gouged.
His pulse goes wild.
Dean moans. Coughs wetly.
"Shoodit."
"Can't. Guns gone."
"Knife m'boot."
He leans back feels air as it strikes and misses.
It's fast.
Damn fast but he's pissed and time's slipping away.
"Yeah me too."
He lunges.