Gift Horse Drabble
Visions
Sam; G
Prompt: Gift Horse
Sam’s head throbbed with new parts to the latest visions, blinding whiteness sputtering into hard freeze-frames of violence, of ruin. Jerky images, like a freight train was passing in front of them.
Illinois, now. Snapshots. A girl, maybe 20? Brown hair…there’s blood, there’s anger, and Sam feels like his skull is splitting in two. He’s vaguely aware of Dean’s heavy hands on his shoulders, uncertain but steady, can hear the faraway grating of his voice.
Where is he, Sam?
Sam knew it was coming, the information they needed, could feel the impending reveal like it was just out of frame.
Sam; G
Prompt: Gift Horse
Sam’s head throbbed with new parts to the latest visions, blinding whiteness sputtering into hard freeze-frames of violence, of ruin. Jerky images, like a freight train was passing in front of them.
Illinois, now. Snapshots. A girl, maybe 20? Brown hair…there’s blood, there’s anger, and Sam feels like his skull is splitting in two. He’s vaguely aware of Dean’s heavy hands on his shoulders, uncertain but steady, can hear the faraway grating of his voice.
Where is he, Sam?
Sam knew it was coming, the information they needed, could feel the impending reveal like it was just out of frame.