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Part Seven – Breathe
Story type: Drabble (Word count: 100) | E/O Challenge | Challenge line is The first one was intense, the second knocked him off his feet.
Author's notes: Okay, so this is like the ice age. I received the WOW (or should I say the LOW) via SMS by my precious MeAzrael because it took my laptop almost half an hour to even open up my e-mail account. I'm posting this with my fingers crossed, hoping the internet won't switch itself off or turn into a cloud or run away chuckling…
Honestly, the eastern sea…end of the world…
Well, thanks a lot for the nice idea of giving us a FREAKING SENTENCE this week. Made my task a whole lot funnier ;-) No, seriously, it was really funny. The musketeer word for this week is breathe, so thanks to MeAzrael for that lovely piece, and hopefully Shannz will be a part of us next week again. The musketeers are hobbling without you, girl!
Have fun reading, guys!
The first one was intense, the second knocked him off his feet.
Literally.
Because when the third wave of fetid breath slammed into him like waves into rocks on a shore, Dean felt himself being lifted, cold claws cutting off his air supply, the most nauseating creature just inches away from his face, studying him.
Need to…breathe…God…
There was something, someone, Sam? approaching, fast, stealthy.
Black spots danced their cruel dance in front of his graying vision, noises faded, pain went numb. He prayed for something, someone, SamSamSam to get him.
And hoped that his waving hand would be understood.
To be continued...