E/O Drabble challenge, word: Bite.
Musketeer word: Drop.
An appendix to 6.11 "Appointment in Samarra"
Summary: How would you feel if you'd get something you'd never wished for – and it's not christmas...
A/N: Like an appendix it's one long something – and it may hurt. Hope you like it nonetheless :-) My congratulations to you, Onyx – my fingers are crossed.
He lay on the cold steel, wrists and ankles cuffed, and for the first time he actually felt something —
fear, rising to full-grown panic, steaming through his body, screaming through the dark corridors of his mind,
but the ones who claimed to love him dropped their eyes, and he tried to cling to the comfortable numbness
that had been his cocoon as the blinding white seared and bit it's way into the empty space it had left,
and the onslaught of pictures and emotions threatened to drawn him until there was only one beacon in his night.
Green and steady.
A/N 2: Hope it's not too confusing. And yeah, despite all he has done (especially the last little episode with Bobby :-( - I can't help it: I can understand Sam's fears and worries, and after all: it's not his fault that he came back without a soul. So be patient with him, ok? Hope it's going to be alright. Loved "Death", btw. He's such a cool guy :-)