Title: Fishbowl
Author: Mad Server
Rating: T
Characters: Dean, Sam
Word Count: 100, on the nose
Summary: Congested road, congested Dean.
A/N: For Hanson's Angel, with apologies for the lack of a suit. E/O Challenge: "wall."
Disclaimer: When I own them, you'll be the first to know.

Long red light, congested street. Grey, drizzly day. Spindly office towers wall Dean in.

He coughs into the phone, drags in a wheezy breath.

"Missed that last thing."

Green. He drifts with the traffic... then something catches in his windpipe, and he's hacking, eyes streaming. He smears his face, and a car length's free ahead of him, horns starting up.

Dean closes the gap, coughing explosively, businesspeople in raincoats peering in at him, fishbowled. Gets some air - there - throat burning, head buzzing, heart starting to slow.

Cell's on the passenger seat - still on.

"Sam?"

The frown's audible. "Come get me."

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