DRABBLE: 19. Familiar
Aug. 12th, 2017 07:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tarotgal19. Familiar
(Supernatural, Sam & Dean)
Everything felt different since returning from Purgatory. The world felt too colorful, too complicated. Even the cold he had didn’t feel so bad. His head pounded, his throat was sore, and his nose was stuffed-up, but it was just a cold. Not nearly as bad as Sam was making it out to be.
“C’mon.”
Frowning, Sam muttered something then sneezed into his arm. He shuffled toward the Impala.
Dean took his seat behind the wheel. Same old car. Same old complaining Sammy. Same old Dean pushing them to hunt and taking care of them both. This, at least, was familiar.
(Supernatural, Sam & Dean)
Everything felt different since returning from Purgatory. The world felt too colorful, too complicated. Even the cold he had didn’t feel so bad. His head pounded, his throat was sore, and his nose was stuffed-up, but it was just a cold. Not nearly as bad as Sam was making it out to be.
“C’mon.”
Frowning, Sam muttered something then sneezed into his arm. He shuffled toward the Impala.
Dean took his seat behind the wheel. Same old car. Same old complaining Sammy. Same old Dean pushing them to hunt and taking care of them both. This, at least, was familiar.
