Nick didn’t care the moisture-swollen clouds matched the dull gray horizon, or that mist continued to fall, though the heavy rain itself had stopped. After being stuck under the fallen structure, he’d swear to anyone who would listen this was the most beautiful sky he had ever seen.
He wouldn’t even be exaggerating. Nick rubbed his hand across his mouth, wiping away the tinfoil sharp taste of fear. When the rest of the frame had collapsed around them, he knew they were dead.
Without John, well, he would be. The way John had used his body to protect him and Dean, who did that? Everything that happened after the terrifying moment jumbled together in Nick’s mind.
The only clear standouts John’s voice urging him forward and the constant push from behind. Nothing else until Bobby Gonzales pu
