Author's note: Had to do two this week. The first one was an image that got stuck in my head and had to be written down. The second one was pushing a metaphor and I can't resist temptation.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, not even a working computer right now. *sigh*
Words: 100. What else did you expect?
In the Heat of the Moment
Sometimes you can't see the wood for all the trees.
Dean knew that Ruby had driven a wedge deeper and deeper into the bond between them.
He had seen it coming and felt its influence.
But he had still failed to realise how far she had succeeded.
That she had driven it to the core.
And now, like an expert logger, she had let her axe fall on the wedge and, suddenly, the brotherhood was reduced to splinters.
Splinters make good kindling and now Dean feared that the home he had known would be even further reduced - to ashes.