Prompt: (G-15) – free choice
Word count: 100
Warnings: violent imagery, canon deaths
Summary: Dean remembers.
A/N: Written for 2008_drabbles
Some nights he dreams of walking through an icy field dotted with snow, cold and quiet in the early morning light, with dried grass crunching under his boots. He tries to breathe in through his mouth so that he doesn’t have to smell it, but his tongue already tastes like copper and his throat is coated with bile.
His mother told him that it wasn’t his fault, and Dean believes her.
But then he remembers the fear in Mr. Cresswell’s eyes right before the flash, and the bright, warm blood sinking into the powdery snow, and he isn’t so sure.