Title: Unspoken

Author: Letting The Rain In

Disclaimer: As always, sadly, I only own the order that the words are written in.

Challenge Phrase: Flinch/ed

Word Count: 100

Fellow Players: Too many to name, but you know who you are! Also, there's a list. Just in case.


Sam's ridiculously grateful to see Dean running towards him. The relief is indescribable; he wishes he could articulate it. Another moment left unspoken, passing unmarked.

The knife's like fire burning through the ice that spreads along his back, so numb it hurts, hurting so much he's numb. It locks his muscles rigid, tight and screaming, but worse is Dean's anguish. Sam attempts to speak, but he can't draw breath, can't do much of anything, let alone offer comfort.

The blade's tugged free, bringing a fresh wave of black agony but for Dean, Sam tries not to flinch. He really does.