part 3 – needle in a haystack

The corner of the hayloft was piled high with loose dry hay. Sam wrapped Dean in the blankets from the trunk. Climbing the ladder with Dean was tricky, but Sam managed somehow. He cradled Dean in his arms and burrowed into the pile, pulled the loose hay around and over them.

It seemed warmer. Sam wasn't sure.


"It'll be okay, Dean. Please. Stay with me, bro', stay with me. "

"I gotta go, Sammy. I gotta…"

Sam willed heat into his brother. The wind howled around the barn like a live thing.

Several hours later Dean opened his eyes.


Well, that's it. Hope you had a wonderful birthday, bhoney!