Team Poetry: Back to Work
Back to Work
Sam shifted uncomfortably in the Impala's well-worn passenger seat. Although he'd actually spent years forming the dense foam to his large frame, he was having a hard time getting settled. But he knew why. They'd been in the car for hours, and that creeping, itching feeling that told him his body was low on demon blood had begun.
“So....where're we going?” he ventured to his brother.
Dean twisted his fists on the steering wheel and gritted his teeth. He fought every urge to pull the car over and yank his brother out of the car by a fist wound in his shirt. He wanted to drag Sam onto the hard, rocky shoulder of the road and scream in his face. You don't need to know, he almost said. “Got to check out something at Bobby's,” he replied. “Something...promised.”
Sam nodded, staring out the window at the gray skies and swaying trees. Dean glanced over at him, noting his brother's tense jaw and twitching fingers.
Gonna get you in that room in Bobby's basement and not let you out until you are dry, Dean thoughts shouted in his own head. Then maybe we can get back to work.
Sam shifted uncomfortably in the Impala's well-worn passenger seat. Although he'd actually spent years forming the dense foam to his large frame, he was having a hard time getting settled. But he knew why. They'd been in the car for hours, and that creeping, itching feeling that told him his body was low on demon blood had begun.
“So....where're we going?” he ventured to his brother.
Dean twisted his fists on the steering wheel and gritted his teeth. He fought every urge to pull the car over and yank his brother out of the car by a fist wound in his shirt. He wanted to drag Sam onto the hard, rocky shoulder of the road and scream in his face. You don't need to know, he almost said. “Got to check out something at Bobby's,” he replied. “Something...promised.”
Sam nodded, staring out the window at the gray skies and swaying trees. Dean glanced over at him, noting his brother's tense jaw and twitching fingers.
Gonna get you in that room in Bobby's basement and not let you out until you are dry, Dean thoughts shouted in his own head. Then maybe we can get back to work.