Title: Safe Places
Author: Enkidu07
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.
Challenge Word: cozy, rub, fix.
A/N: It snowed. I wrote. Again, not a ton of plot, but boy is there back story here. It's just undeveloped.
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June bugs slap at the sagging screen, make darting shadows in the light of the exposed bulb.
Dean scans the cabin, "Cozy."
Sam pushes into the room, floorboards creaking ominously under his weight. "Bobby said no one comes here anymore. Should be safe for as long as we need." He drops the duffels by the couch.
Dean fingers the peeling wallpaper. "Home sweet home."
"I got the windows. Check the water."
Dean cautiously enters the bathroom door; mildew climbs the walls of the humid room.
Pipes protest, then brown water spits into the basin. Dean grimaces at the odor, swallows down the nausea that ensues.
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"Sit."
Dean sits delicately on the sofa. Sam puts a pot of water on the ancient stove.
"Bleeding stopped?"
"Yeah."
"Get your shirt off."
"Kinda stuck."
Sam eyes him. Dean tries to steady his hands as he works at his sleeve.
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"Gonna sting."
Fire washes up Dean's arm. He focuses on soot stains that line the far wall, grips the edge of the cushion.
Sam slides in close, his knee pressing into Dean's back. "Hold still."
Sam rubs coarsely at Dean's bicep, flushing out debris. Dean leans back into Sam's leg to keep from pitching forward into the floor.
"Dean? You with me?"
Dean manages a grunt before his world fades to black.
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Dean blinks.
"You okay?"
Sam's close. Dean shifts his gaze, sees Sam leaning back into the grimy couch, cradling Dean over his chest and forearm. Dean clears his throat, chokes on the dryness. His fingers curl into the denim of Sam's jeans. He feels as broken down as the cabin. "Sore."
"Yeah. Needed a few stitches to fix you up. You can sleep more."
"Lumpy pillow."
Sam's laugh jostles his arm but soothes his unease.
Dean closes his eyes.
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end.