Title: Fishbowl
Author:
mad_serverRating: PG13
Characters: Dean, Sam
Word Count: 100, on the nose
Summary: Congested street, congested Dean.
A/N: For
hansons-angel, with apologies for the lack of a suit.
E/O Challenge, prompt: "wall."
Disclaimer: When I own them, you'll be the first to know.
Long red light, congested street. Grey, drizzly day. Spindly office towers wall Dean in.
He coughs into the phone, drags in a wheezy breath.
"Missed that last thing."
Green. He drifts with the traffic... then something catches in his windpipe, and he's hacking, eyes streaming. He smears his face, and a car length's free ahead of him, horns starting up.
Dean closes the gap, coughing explosively, businesspeople in raincoats peering in at him, fishbowled. Gets some air - there - throat burning, head buzzing, heart starting to slow.
Cell's on the passenger seat - still on.
"Sam?"
The frown's audible. "Come get me."
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