E/O Challenge: Hold
Happy Birthday Special for three people this time—all in 100 words. For IheartSam7 - Confused, concussed, sad, miserable, moaning, suffering, queazy Sam. For The Tribble Master, some Drunken!Castiel. And finally, for SidJack, some h/c Sam and Dean, with super sweet moments, maybe some leg injuries thrown in for either or both boys.
A/N: I think I fell down on the supersweet part, but Dean's leg is hurt, Cas is drunk, and I promise Sam is absolutely miserable.
"Dammit, Sam. Hold still!"
"Dean, your leg…"
"Whoa, don't... need to puke?"
"Mmm-hmm."
Sam was heaving into the trashcan when Castiel appeared, vanished, reappeared, and walked face-first into the wall. "What the hell, Cas? You molting?"
"Molting?" Cas giggled. "No. Drinking."
"You're flying under the influence now?"
"Your leg is bleeding."
"Yep." Grunting, Dean settled Sam gently back in bed. Cleaned out the can.
"What is wrong with Sam?"
"Concussed."
"I will help with your leg."
"You sure?" Dean uncovered the gash. "Grab the kit, would you?"
"Uh. Dean. I…"
"Not you too? Here—trashcan. And you're cleaning that up."
Thanks for reading.
