SPNFF: To Escape the Grasp

Title: To Escape the Grasp
Word Count: 1480
Summary: As Dean lay down for just a moment’s rest, a hand reached up through the ground at his ankle, like a zombie reaching from its grave.
Warnings: Post-"Survival of the Fittest." So, mild spoilers, etc. related to that.
Disclaimer: I still don't own any part of Show. Much more's the pity, yeah?
A/N: Consider this story AU. It was Carvered long ago, probably even before it was written. Still, an image stuck with me, and it kinda had to be written.
A/N 2: Additional info at the end of the story.

( To Escape the Grasp )

Young, S1 Dean.

Bear with me just a moment.

Sometimes, I think God talks to me via my car radio. No, not voices, just . . . encouragement. Particularly when I'm stressed or down, and I hear just the right SPN song on the rock station. Or, like today, I'm feeling a bit out of sorts and upset with myself, and I heard three SPN related songs ("Renegade," "Burning For You," and "Bad Company"), plus a new Lynard Skynard song that could have been written about young Dean. Just substitute Impala for bike, and I think it's pretty well covered. Keeping in mind that I often change stations because I get tired of the DJ's prattle, this seemed significant today.

( Last of a Dying Breed )