Dean lies where he's fallen, more black in his vision than not when he can drag his eyes open. His ribs are busted, something wrong in his jaw and cheek when he tries to speak, but his left hand still works.
With the last of his strength, Dean begins to draw, painting the lines with his own blood on the floor in front of him.
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Date: 2014-05-02 07:51 pm (UTC)With the last of his strength, Dean begins to draw, painting the lines with his own blood on the floor in front of him.