❝In the darkness, right in the pit of my tainted soul, that's where my demons hide.❞ || Supernatural, Season 1 - 13 || Descriptive. [Full bio pinned to profile]
@ImpureSolecism - than he'd care to put a number to; he'd be damned if he lost his little brother now, in three feet of fucking /water/.
Heart pounding -
@ImpureSolecism - felt something graze his palm, and he latched on to it like a life-line.
He's pulled his brother out of the fire far too many times -
@ImpureSolecism - sounded as helplessly as he felt.
He was border-lining frantic when suddenly, even with the cold water slowly numbing his hands, he -
@ImpureSolecism - shot through the water and swiped the area, trying to find purchase on something — /anything/.
"Sammy!" The elder Winchester's shout -
@ImpureSolecism - the dark clouds above, visibility through the water was like looking through rippling black coffee. Instead, relying on feel, his hands -
@ImpureSolecism - moving forward.
When he finally reached the splash site, it couldn't have been quick enough.
With the continually shifting waters and -
@ImpureSolecism - might as well have been a marathon.
However, the exertion he felt morphed into adrenaline the longer his brother remained under. Sam -
@ImpureSolecism - abruptly slowed his advance. Walking through water was hard enough; add on the intense chill and the sloshing waves, every five feet -
@ImpureSolecism - left behind in the sand, he ran into the water the moment he reached it, nearly collapsing when the water level reached his knees and -
@ImpureSolecism - no longer hindering his view across the water, Dean hastily sought out the sound. Out near a rock formation of some sort, a splash surge -
@ImpureSolecism - able to see clearly.
A little more than half-way to the water's edge, another cry tore through the air. His brother's cry... Distance -
@ImpureSolecism - shelter of the forest. The wind was stronger, the rainfall was harsher, and between the two, Dean had to blink every second just to be -