Instinct

E/O Challenge: Pilot - 100 words on the dot! Loosely based on Dean's flashbacks in 8x01.

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING!


Each day and night mesh together so easily, like the tide and shore; fragments of the coastline swept away in the water's grasp.

That's him now; pieces being stripped from his soul; an ever increasing darkness left to spread like the smoldering ember that stands ready to spark an all-consuming fire.

It barely registers when blood splatters across his face; the shrieks of the monster layered deep within the fog of his sleep deprived mind. He has long since cared about the crimson stain that permanently coats his skin; left instead to run on auto-pilot and one basic instinct.

Survival.


End. Thanks for stopping by.