13.10 coda

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“You know,” Dean says, kicking away some dead leaves with the toe of his boot, “If we die in here, I’m going to be pretty pissed off.”

Sam parts a partition of ferns with his hands, and gets scratched in the cheek by a twig for his trouble. “Yeah?” he asks, breathlessly.

Perhaps when being chased by an unidentified monster in another dimension is not the best time to have a brotherly heart-to-heart, but Dean’s voice does center him a little. The conversation reminds him to breathe regularly and to calm his pulse as much as he’s able, high as it is careening through unfamiliar jungle. An iridescent beetle the size of his ear scuttles just out of reach as he catches himself on a tree trunk.

“Yeah,” Sam answers himself. “Me too.”

Dean huffs and launches himself past an overturned log. “I mean, dude. I never even – we never even said goodbye to Cas.”

Sam frowns. “Oh. Shit. He’s probably worried.”

Dean grunts as he smacks some foliage out of his face. “More like furious. You think he’d grab us from the Empty if we did bite it?”

Sam makes a considering sound. “He and the Empty do have a rapport.”

“Less than friendly though, I think.”

A tinny roar sounds in the distance, and Dean picks up his pace with a muffled swear. To Sam’s surprise, he quickly outruns him, speeding ahead.

“If you had some of that lizard protein earlier, you might be able to keep up!” Dean shouts over his shoulder.

Sam breathes deep through his nose and pushes himself further. Survive first. Talk later.

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