Word Count: 100 – On the nose
Disclaimer: I own nothing – it all belongs to Kripke, but I sure do like playing with his toys!
The Vigil by Impaladreams
The weary hunter sat waiting, praying silently, arms folded upon the crisp white sheet that half covered the motionless form lying before him. Unconsciously, he stroked gentle circles onto the back of his brother's unresponsive hand.
The monitors rhythmic beeping and regular rasp of the respirator soothed him. He sighed, the disinfectants acrid scent stifling in the rooms' warm confines.
His gaze lingered upon the livid scratches and bruising extending from beneath pristine, dressings covering the older man's chest.
The overly long sweep of his hair did nothing to hide his distress, eyes a-glimmer with the light of unshed tears.Ends
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