Dean woke in the dark head pounding, blunt fingers brushing the gash at his temple; the wound still wept blood in a sluggish trickle. “Sam?” he whispered looking around the dark room. “Sammy?”
“Yeah I’m here.”
“Where are we?”
“This is an oubliette, labyrinth's full of 'em” Sam recited as he cracked his head on the ceiling.
“Really. I didn't know that.”
“Oh don't act so smart. You don't even know what an oubliette is.” Sam grimaced
“Do you?” Dean spit out.
“Yes. It's a place you put people... to forget about 'em!”
“Dude this is...”
“Don’t!”
“Awesome”
Sam swore.
Chimera Drabble Prompt: Dungeon
disclaimer: Labyrinth and Supernatural aren't mine this was written for amusement only.. based on an old converstation with Flame.
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