Well I'm back...better late then never. I've been overwhelmed with RL and writer's block so this is not the best but at least it's something. I'm hoping it will get me back in the saddle. I did manage to get 100 words on the dot.
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No spoilers, no season specific...just me playing in Kripke's sandbox.
A white ceiling above and white hot pain in his side and head. He came to with a jolt and confusion.
His breath sped up as he felt strange hands touching him, pulling at his clothes. Strange garbled voices pounded against his sensitive hearing. He tried to move his head to see where he was but it was impossible. It felt like it was strapped down to something. His breathing became erratic. He was panicking.
All of a sudden he felt a warm familiar pressure on his chest. A hand. Then the voice that he knew anywhere. He was safe.