Disclaimer: As always, sadly, I only own the order that the words are written in.
Challenge Phrase: Flinch.
Word Count: 100, on the button!
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A/N: Okay, so I said I wasn't going to play again for a while, but it's the Christmas Holidays and I have some time off work, and this was such a good word that I couldn't resist. This is drabble One of Four. Two angsty, one not so much, and one complete crack – What can I say? I was feeling inspired...
"Jess!" He yells in the dark, voice breaking on the word as the flames of his dream still scorch around the edges.
"It's okay, Sam. You're okay." a gentle voice insists and he knows it's his brother, but he still flinches. All he can see is her face.
"Oh God. It's not real. Tell me it's not real." He can barely breath, the heat and smoke from the fire still burning his lungs – burning everything he loved away. "Dean, please..." he begs.
There are no words to make this okay, so Dean stays quiet as Sam sobs in the dark.