E/O Challenge: Worn
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. It owns me.
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Sam hacked into the tissue clutched in his shaking hand. First there'd been the witch in kentucky, then the unsecured devil's gate in Arizona, then the ghost of an angry native in Texas. Getting into the sacred burial ground had been a bitch on that one. Each hunt had worn him down until...
Sam coughed again, phlegm rattling in his chest. Bobby called it Hunter's Fatigue. He called it a pain in the neck.
"Hey Sammy," Dean called, coming back into the room. "Take this, it'll help."
Grimacing, Sam accepted the sleeping pills and slumped back into the motel pillows.
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R&R