Part 3: Dean

A/N: This is the drabble that started it all. The original drabble word was glimmer.

And the original title is: Gonna Hunt That Little Bitch Down

Why'd I repeat that? No particular reason. I like the title, even if FanFiction doesn't.


"Kept telling you and you didn't believe me." Dean wheezed softly. He slumped against the front of the washing machine. "You didn't think I was sick. You thought I was crazy."

Sam knelt down in front of his brother. "Dude, I'm sorry. Come on, we gotta go."

Dean nodded. He let Sam help him to his feet.

Sam didn't miss the fierce glimmer in Dean's feverish, bright green eyes. As they passed the small furry body on the floor Dean aimed carefully, fired off two more shots, right between the eyes.

"Spring time soft my ass, you fugly bastard," he muttered.

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