Author: Letting The Rain In
Disclaimer: As always, sadly, I only own the order that the words are written in.
Challenge Word: Control
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: Um ... not for the faint hearted? Or those who just ate ...
Sam's fighting to control the urge to throw up.
Dean's unconscious, leaving Sam's mind free to conjure concussion and brain damage and leaking spinal fluid, but that's not really what's got the contents of his stomach creeping up his throat.
He can see bone.
His brother's body is torn from the inside out and crushed from the outside in and surely there's only so much damage Dean can take, yet the bone's moving. Dean's breathing.
Sitting twisted in the front passenger seat hurts but Sam can't look away. Dean might leave if he's not watching.
Ribs move. Sam's stomach lurches.