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.
A/N: I can only seem to write sadish drabbles lately ... will try for humour next time!
It's his first kill, or will be if he can squeeze the trigger. For hands that won't stop trembling, they don't move when he needs them to.
His breath is harsh in his ears, loud and hurried and in time to the frantic beat of his heart and oh God, living shouldn't hurt so much, shouldn't cause this pain. His pulse thrashes beneath his skin. Air burns against his dry throat.
With agonising delay, Dean clenches his fingers, sets loose the bullet. The thing flinches, and Dean wonders if it's feeling pain will ever stay his hand. He shoots again.