A/N: Hey everybody! Sorry this is a little late. But better late than never I guess. ^^ Hope you all had an awesome Christmas and a Happy New Year! ;)
A/N: For the timeline – This little drabble plays during Sam's time at Stanford. And I kind of stretched the 100-Word-Rule a tiny bit. *offers chocolate and Christmas cookies as peace offering* :)
A/N: I don't know if it's necessary to say but this is NOT a Deathfic!
A/N: My hugest thanks to Enkidu07! Honey I'm so glad to have you!! *huggles you* ^^
Have fun reading! ;)
If Today Was Your Last Day
Everything was drifting in and out of focus.
It took Dean a few tries to open the motel room door. Eventually the door, the only thing that kept him upright, opened and he stumbled into the room, legs finally giving out under him.
He still felt the small poisoned arrows in his shoulder. This time he really was in trouble.
His vision blurred. Sweat ran down his forehead.
He needed help.
With his last strength he crawled further into the room, his shoes making small noises on the wooden floor.
The cell felt heavy in his shaking hand.
"Dean?" Surprise and concern.
"S'my… I'm … Greenville, Maine. I – I need… h-help. P'ls." His vision grayed then everything went dark.
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