Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters - these were created by Eric Kripke - I'm just borrowing them. I'm not making any commercial gain. No harm or infringement intended.

E/O Challenge: Faint. 'Static' a 100 word drabble. Those who love us never truly leave us. Spoilers for S07E02 Hello, Cruel World.


Sam slapped the side of the TV as it buzzed with static for the seventh time that evening.

"Man, I don't know what's wrong with these motels, the reception's even crappier than usual," he grouched.

The room's lights flickered by way of agreement.

Dean nodded, "I'm beat, I'm turning in. 'Night Sammy," he said by way of distracted response.

Climbing into bed he slipped his hand under the pillow to grasp the fragment of bloodstained trench coat he'd secreted away from his brother.

He drifted off to sleep listening to the faint babble of happy nonsense whispered into his ear.

A/N: Sorry it's not western themed, but it is west-of-here ;)

Hippo birdy, CiZiwejes!