I know this is way over, so technically not allowed, but this wouldn't get out of my head.

It's 300 words exactly and I've put in three 'drags' to keep it fair :D


"Listen to me!" He hissed sharply at Sam, adrenalin pumping in their moment of uneasy respite. "I'm not letting you do that just so you can get yourself killed by that jackass!"

Sam held his brother's gaze, determined to finish this. "Trust me, Dean. I can do this–"

Dean cut him off; a fierce, protective panic coursing through him with a fury that made him spit his every word. "Damn it, Sammy! I said–"

"But it's–"

"NO. I will not be dragging–"

"DEAN!"

***

Eyelids fluttered; dragging themselves open.

"Hey, Dean... you with me?"

Green eyes widened – pupils dilated. Obviously concussed.

"Hey." He smiled down at Dean, cradled in his arms. Sam grinned at the strangeness of it all – he knew that if Dean wasn't so out of it he was sure he'd be kicking his ass and calling him a girl; telling him to get a grip.

Dean blinked hard yet his vision would not refocus. His head ached.

"Sammy," he said. It was not a question, but a statement – he didn't need his sight to work out who was holding him tight.

"Wait, we got it, right?" He asked suddenly anxious.

"Yeah it's gone, don't worry." His little brother's voice came from above, weirdly loud in his ears. "But you had me scared. One second you were shouting and the next you were out cold. I almost forgot to finish the damn thing off." He chuckled but it sounded hollow; troubled. "I had to drag you back here."

Gently; reluctantly Sam released Dean and steadied him; already mourning their distance.

You were shouting.

Dean sighed, feeling guilty.

Exhausted, he leaned his throbbing head on Sam's shoulder, too tired to care. "You know I'm only trying to protect you, Sammy."

Sam smiled, steadying Dean again. "Uh-huh."