WOW: Box

Word count: 100

Disclaimer: Boys don't belong to me. No profit, yadayadayada

Additional disclaimer: This wasn't written specifically for this prompt, but it fits it so well I'm posting it anyway. I'm told that isn't cheating. :) I wrote it a year ago for the prompt "trapped" on a comm on Live Journal. It's a perfect Dean counterpoint to Opheliacangel's fantastic drabble this week.

Summary: Sometimes there's no way out.

There's no way out. He can't believe he ever let himself think there could be.

Dean's stuck in a steel box with twelve inch thick sides, surrounded by twenty feet of concrete and suspended in an ocean of lava. Not literally of course, but that's how it feels and his chances of escape are about as good.

He's suffocating under the weight of his deal and only the knowledge that Sam is still breathing allows his own lungs to continue to expand and contract. Months dwindle to weeks, then days and now only hours remain as the walls close in.