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."