A/N: And another one! ^^

These two related drabbles are dedicated to Newspaper Taxis! ^^ I know hon, it's not 'Get Out Alive' but it's a start. XD Hope you enjoy the major cramping. ;) (god, we're so sick XD) Uh, and by the way – you're awesome, sweetie!!! ;)

Dean's 18; Sam's 14.

A/N: The hugest thanks to Enkidu07! Honey you're amazing! I don't know what I would do without you!! *huggles you*

100 Words on the dot! YAY! ^^


Whatever It Takes

Shots echoed through the cold winter night. Thank god Dad had killed that damn thing.

Dean exhaled softly though it turned into a gasped as a new searing pain ripped through his lower abdomen.

He doubled over slightly, hoping to ease the pain some. Sweat dripped down his forehead.

He had hoped the pain would vanish on its own but by now the 'fire-poker-in-your-side-feeling' was constant, concentrating especially on his right side. And it really hurt.

New cramps rippled through his guts and he felt nausea rise.

His vision grayed.

"Dean?" Strong arms caught him. Dad.

TBC…