A/N: Hey everybody!! Did I say that I'm baaack? LOL

This drabble is written for the second challenge last week. After I stopped drooling all over my keys this came out. (And yeah, it's totally inspired by the picture ^^)

I'm not entirely happy with the end of the drabble but after the fifth time deleting my end-words I stopped. Hope you like it anyway.

For the timeline – Stanford Era. Exactly one year after Sam left.

A/N: This one's just for you, NT! Hope you like it! And, guess who I had in mind while writing about the pretty librarian? LOL. Hope you survived this week okay! And again – Congratulations!!! ;) I'm proud of ya, sweetie!! :)

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

Have fun reading! 100 Words on the dot! Yay!


Cold Day In The Sun

One year since Sam had left. Fucking-fantastic anniversary.

Dean rubbed a hand over bleary eyes, his lids felt like they weighed a ton. His head pounded in time to his heartbeat. At least the library was quiet.

He shot a quick glance over to the pretty librarian, not missing her worried frown.

Great….

He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

None of the crap he just read made any sense.

The cold hand on his forehead startled him. And he blinked rapidly. Dad.

"You're burning up." Concerned. "C'mon, let's get back to the motel."


End

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