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amberdreams) wrote2015-01-25 10:10 pm
amberdreams) wrote2015-01-25 10:10 pm
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Soul Train - a drabble
Soul Train
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SPN100 Drabble: word count 100
Challenge word: train
Warnings: More a prompt than a fic, I feel... Oh and swearing.
Summary: You don't have to hurry on a soul train ride.
You don't have to worry, let your troubles slide.
Dancin' to the music, maybe we can travel till we're out of sight,
Yeah, and everything'll be all right... Or when you are a Winchester, maybe not.
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Dean worked his way through the train, carriage by carriage, his desperation increasing with every step. A guy in an expensive-looking suit stood up to get a drink from the on-board catering, take a piss - who knew, who fucking cared. Dean shoved him out of the way, ignoring the shout of outrage and the disapproving looks from the other passengers.
All he cared about was that none of them was Sam.
When he found the game, Sam’s hand was hovering over the pile of chips that represented his soul, ready to push them across the green baize.
“Sam! No…”
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A/N lyrics from Soul Train by Classic IV
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SPN100 Drabble: word count 100
Challenge word: train
Warnings: More a prompt than a fic, I feel... Oh and swearing.
Summary: You don't have to hurry on a soul train ride.
You don't have to worry, let your troubles slide.
Dancin' to the music, maybe we can travel till we're out of sight,
Yeah, and everything'll be all right... Or when you are a Winchester, maybe not.
***********
Dean worked his way through the train, carriage by carriage, his desperation increasing with every step. A guy in an expensive-looking suit stood up to get a drink from the on-board catering, take a piss - who knew, who fucking cared. Dean shoved him out of the way, ignoring the shout of outrage and the disapproving looks from the other passengers.
All he cared about was that none of them was Sam.
When he found the game, Sam’s hand was hovering over the pile of chips that represented his soul, ready to push them across the green baize.
“Sam! No…”
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A/N lyrics from Soul Train by Classic IV
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