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untitled (perfect storm) 
4th-Feb-2007 01:10 am
title. untitled (perfect storm)
rating. pg, gen.
notes. for the 100_ghosts prompt perfect storm.

Halfway between Cheyenne, Wyoming and Green River, Wyoming, the Impala ran out of gas, gauge broken. As soon as Dean stepped out of the car the clouds greyed over and everything started pouring, and as soon as he skittered back into the car the tape deck died, flipped over to a local radio station. Something twangy and country, howling about a dead dog.

Dean looked over at Sam - face pressed up against glass sleeping, body curled loose towards the center - and he poked hard. Sam sat up, sputtered, set a hard jaw and glared.

"We're screwed."


That summarized every situation precisely.
4th-Feb-2007 06:28 am (UTC)

well done!
5th-Feb-2007 10:56 pm (UTC)
thank you. ♥!
4th-Feb-2007 08:25 am (UTC)
The atmosphere is drawn so well, with so few words. I don't know how you do it.
5th-Feb-2007 10:56 pm (UTC)
I don't know how, either. :)

4th-Feb-2007 01:09 pm (UTC)
It's the country music that finally put Dean over the edge.
5th-Feb-2007 10:57 pm (UTC)
I know it would put me over the edge. ;)

4th-Feb-2007 07:03 pm (UTC)
Aw, sleepy!bitchface!Sammy. My absolute favourite.

*Hugs this*
5th-Feb-2007 11:00 pm (UTC)
I want more sleepy!bitchface!Sam, definitely. :)
4th-Feb-2007 07:13 pm (UTC)
Oh, boys. They're not having a good day in this, are they? It's not nearly the worse thing that's happened or will happened to them; yet they are still thoroughly screwed.
5th-Feb-2007 11:01 pm (UTC)
yeah, their day is being a drag. :[ And you're right - it's hardly the worst thing, but just everything all at once. Argh.

thanks. :)
7th-Feb-2007 12:05 am (UTC)
Awww. They're fucked, but at least they're together!
7th-Feb-2007 05:20 pm (UTC)
That's all that matters! ;)
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