Word: Side
Word Count: 202
Guess it's a double drabble, two words over, so close and yet so far!
Dean curled up on his left side and cackled. Rocking back and forth as tears rolled down his cheeks from laughing so hard that his belly hurt as he desperately tried to catch his breath.
"It's not funny."
A snort, a howl, a slap to his knees was his only reply.
"Fine, see if I care. Just laugh yourself to death."
He rolled and clutched his stomach as a new set of chuckles consumed him and he barely gasped out, "I am, Sammy…stop...hurts to laugh."
Irritation turned into concern, Sam searched the puke-green motel room overturning objects until he held up hex bag in triumphant. A lighter flickered, the bag burned, and then he crossed over to his brother's crying form as he alternated between snorts and other sounds of mirth.
"Relax, just breathe."
"I can't, stop…Sammy it hurts."
Strong arms cradled the normally protective older brother and gently he placed him on the bed. "It'll pass, just inhale and exhale through the pain. By the way, bars are off-limits for the next month…you're grounded."
"Can't. Ground. Me." He managed between giggles and tears.
"Watch me." Supporting his brother the best way he knew how, until this too shall pass.
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