Drabble I wrote

Hi, this is a drabble I wrote with a friend. I was having writer's block, and so was she, so we decided to write together. It had to be at least 200 words, but not a full length chapter, and it had to have the sentence "Dean's eyes seemed to take on a glow of their own, borrowed from the fire raging in front of him." in it. This is based on the tv show "Supernatural" again, and Sam and Dean are brothers and ghosthunters. I was in chat on MSN Messenger with my friend, and we started the same time. This was the result of mine:


“Sam!”

Dean ran quickly from the Impala towards the house, his heartthudding in his chest. He could hear the crackling before he felt the heat ofthe flames that were hungrily consuming the wooden structure.

“Sammy!”

He shouldn’t have left Sam here. He shouldn’t have gone back to the car, never mind that his flashlight battery was dead. They knew the spirit was a firestarter in life. There was no reason not to think it would be the same in death. Three minutes. That was all the time Sam was left alone in the house, and it was three minutes too long. Cursing, Dean leapt onto the porch, embers already smoldering next to the rickety chairs.

About to bang the door down, he froze as he heard his name. It was coming not from within the house, but from behind him and to his left.

“Dean, stop!”

He whirled and drew a deep breath, immediately regretting it as heat seemed to pour into his lungs. Then Sam was there, yanking on his arm and pulling him off the porch, both of them tumbling to the dry ground.

“Can’t leave you alone for a minute,” Sam grumbled as he rose,straightening his clothes.

“Can’t leave me...I thought you were in there!” Dean’s voice was hoarse and then he coughed as they walked a bit away from the burning structure.

“Well the minute I saw old Mr. Nickel with a gas can I booked. Not before I salted the fireplace where his bones were though. He kinda saved us the trouble. You okay?”

Dean drew in a breath of fresh air and nodded, looking at the house and studiously not looking at his brother. Sam nodded back, looking towards thehouse as well, and then turned to look at Dean. Dean's eyes seemed to take on a glow of their own, borrowed from the fire raging in front of him.

“I would have gone in after you,” Dean said quietly.

“I know,” Sam replied, equally soft.

Turning their backs on the fire, they walked in sync back to the Impala.

End

Hope you liked if you read :)