I was bored, and lacking sleep and mmarinov made me do it. *nods*

Title: Panic.
Author: Me
Fandom: Supernatural
Anything Else?: Drabble, 200 words, PG, Gen, no Wincest, no spoilers.

Earlier drabble here: 12AM, Sharp

Panic

When Sam returns from the grocery store that evening, Dean is nowhere to be seen. The bedroom is empty, but Dean’s mobile is lying on the nightstand, his leather jacket’s hanging over the back of the chair by the drawer. Which means he can’t be far. He goes nowhere without his mobile. Sam puts down the bag with his purchases and listens carefully. From the bathroom, he can hear a muffled cry. In an instant Sam’s by the bathroom door, joggleling the knob but the door is locked.

“Dean?” he exclaims, “are you alright?”

Instead of an properly articulated answer there’s a barely audible sob.

“Dean, what’s wrong?” Sam’s panicking. He’s almost sure now Dean’s crying, so something must be very wrong. Cause Dean never cries. Never ever.

“Dean!”

Another sob, this time a little louder. By now, Sam’s heart is racing.

“Dean for God’s sake, open the damn door!”

Finally, the door’s being unlocked and opened, and Dean appears. His eyes are cried red, and he’s wiping a tear from his face as he says: “Dude, he’s dead.”

“Who?” Sam asks, colour vanishing from his face.

“Dumbledore.” Dean informs his brother, voice shaking, “I can’t believe she killed him.”


Aaaaaaaand back to my cell ^^