A/N: I'm baaack! (and I have a cold -.- damn….)

Hey folks! *waves* These three drabbles are related. The timeline is up to you though I had Season 2 in mind. :P

A/N: Happy (belated) Birthday Supernaturalbuffy and Happy (belated) Birthday Lola Stang!!

This one got kind of dark. At least a little. Don't know why. *shrugs* But it's nothing too serious.

A/N: My hugest thanks (as always) to the amazing Enkidu07! Honey, I don't know what I would do without you! You rock!! *smishes*

Okay, enough of my ramblings. Have fun reading! ;) 3x 100 Words on the dot! Yay!


Anchor

Dean groaned and collapsed on top of his bed. Hurting, tired and miserable.

Some days you should stay in bed.

The hunt was fucked up from the get go and him coming down with something didn't really help either.

He heard Sam entering the room, bringing a wave of cold air and rain with him.

Dean shivered. He was soaked. They both were.

He suppressed a cough, draping one arm over his eyes, the dim light not helping his headache at all.

Though every time he closed his eyes he could see the kid's face. Ashen, terrified and dead.


TBC….