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Challenge Word: Dirt
Word Count: 100
A/N: Happy Birthday Edina Cloud! Hope it was awesome so far and that it will continue to be so.
Leaves and twigs decorated their hair.
Reddish mud, composed of dirt and blood, streaked across their faces and left their ripped clothing completely beyond repair.
Sam refused to loosen his grip on Dean's waist, not after the second time Dean had 'tripped' and fallen face first into the foliage.
Dean had protested the invasion of personal space but now was completely silent, leaning heavily on Sam.
And Sam was worried and anxious, mentally starting to second guess his memories of where they'd left the Impala.
Until a glint of black steel, like a lighthouse beacon, called the wayward sons home.