E/O Drabble challenge, word: a day of the week.
Set after 3.16, No Rest for the Wicked.
Summary: With his brother dragged down to Hell there's nothing left for Sam but one last thing...
A/N: This week's drabble is inspired by the Rolling Stones (thanks a lot guys - keep rolling) and me sentimentally indulging in reminiscence.
There's no time to lose, I heard her say
Catch your dreams before they slip away
Dying all the time
Lose your dreams
And you will lose your mind.
Aint life unkind?
He twisted, his body seeking a peace his mind couldn't gain anymore, fragments of a song haunting his feverish dreams. Goodbye Ruby Thirsty – no, it was Tuesday and he was the one being thirsty beyond hope and reason, so thirsty for a touch, for a weapon, for comfort, for revenge, torn in pieces by his emotions, loosing himself in her darkness, because there was nothing left but darkness, all gone in a nightmare of fangs and claws and screams. He whimpered, never aware of her soft laughter, calmed by her warm skin and the salty crimson on his searching lips.