if i could hold the world in the palm of my hand
Part I: to stay by your side
Disclaimer: Don't own the boys, but I can dream
E/O Challenge Word: slip
Spoilers: none
Words: 100 spot on
Happy birthday Dizzo! Hope this Dean-fun will suffice. Have a good one. :)
It's a simple salt and burn that does him in, something Sam would've laughed at if his idiot of a brother hadn't slipped head-first into the open grave.
"Dean? Can you hear me?" The panic is barely contained, hovering just below the surface.
"S'mmy?"
"Yeah, it's me." Sam breathes a sigh of relief.
"You're late."
"Huh?" A concussion seems inevitable now.
"For a very important date." Duh. "You'd make a piss-poor white rabbit."
Laughter bordering on hysteria bubbles from Sam's lips. "You're a jerk."
"At least I'm pretty."
"Whatever. Just...just don't do that again, 'kay?"
"I'm not going anywhere, promise."
