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Oh my, would the boys be in trouble if I had a say... Just one word: SFTCOL(AR)S
A/N:
Response to the SPN100 Drabble Challenge. Thanks for letting me participate…
And muchísimas gracias to my awesome twin sister Twinchy for the beta!
Summary:
Anonymity be damned! This was bad.
Prompt: empty
Worrisome
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Dean had regained consciousness quickly enough after their unfortunate run-in with a vengeful spirit and Sam hadn't thought anything of it, instead mentally preparing himself for endless bitching once they arrived at their latest dingy motel room in Backwater, Nowhere.
But then, one casual look into Dean's eyes had shook the younger Winchester to the core. Even after several minutes, his brother's gaze had remained disturbingly empty, utterly devoid of recognition.
This was bad. Sam stepped onto the Impala's accelerator more firmly.
"Sammy?" Dean slurred groggily. "Be gentle with the clutch, will ya." And Sam breathed a sigh of relief.
The End