Hey! I had a harder time with this one. It is about 146 words. I'm doing a million things right now, including rooting for the Saints, so it was nice to sit down, shut everything out and write this drabble.
This one isn't dark at all. Please let me know what you think! Thanks! GO SAINTS!
Got Your Back
Sam had horrible posture, Dean remembered, hands clutched against the jagged hole in his chest. Inane thoughts distracting from horrible pain.
Sam minimized his height, because the kid who just wanted to be normal was everything but. A whopping half-foot taller than the average male, Sam was just too big for the world.
Children stared, contorting their necks to look at the enormous sun-blotter. Women lusted, admired, and touched his ever-expanding physique. Men felt threatened, ridiculing or starting fights.
Thus Sam curled and slouched, rounding his shoulders and back like some traumatized puppy. Instead of kicking ass and owning the best weapon he had.
Like he was now.
Sam stood, arrow-straight, back rippling with power, sickle tight in his grip. He was menacing, frightening as he put himself between bloody Dean and Lucifer's minion, and attacked, protecting.
That's my boy, Dean smiled, groping for the sawed-off.
