Title: Taste the Rainbow

Author: PlatinumRoseLady

Disclaimer: I don't own Sam or Dean. I just own what in my head.. and you DON'T want to go in there, trust me.

Drabble Challenge Word: "Green"

Word Count: 500 words. Yeah, I got carried away a little. Deal.

Players: Go to Enkidu07's page, and you'll find all the usual suspects. Resistance is futile – you will be drabbleized. We're like the Borg, only cuter.

Spoiler Alert: None. Just a hunt set after "Fallen Idols" and before "I Believe the Children Are Our Future"

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Sam poured out the pills, got a glass of water, walked over to Dean's bed. The last hunt had ended with Dean getting tossed down two flights of stairs and nearly chucked out a window by one pissed off spirit. A trip to the ER (which Dean had fought every step of the way) had determined that he'd severely wrenched his back. Sam was given instructions, his brother's prescriptions, and they headed back to their motel.

The white pills were to stave off infection. Dean complained they were horse pills.

The blue pills were to reduce swelling, and Dean found them way too chalky.

The green pills were the only ones he didn't complain about. He took them without a word.

Within minutes Dean was feeling no pain, curled up in bed softly humming "Stairway to Heaven". He looked over at Sam, gave him a wide, dopey smile. "Hey, Sam?"

"Yeah, Dean?"

"Know what?"

"What?"

"I think I'm stoned." Dean's eyes closed as he started to giggle. "'m I stoned, Sammy?"

Sam grinned, "Actually, I think you are, bro." He pulled his chair over to Dean's bedside, laid a gentle hand on his brother's forehead. "Just relax, and let the medicine do its job."

"'kay." The laughter faded as Dean opened his eyes, looked fondly at his brother. "Hey, Sam?"

"Yeah?"

For a brief second Dean looked completely lucid. He reached out his hand, smiled as Sam took it. "You know I won't say this to you when I'm not high, but I'm so glad you're back. I really missed you."

Sam tried hard to keep from tearing up, but he couldn't keep the emotion out of his voice. "I-I missed you, too, De."

Dean grinned wider at the use of his childhood nickname, then said "Now enough of the chick-flick moments, dude, you're harshing my buzz. 'cause I gotta tell you, Sammy…" he gave out with a huge yawn, "'m really…" Dean's words faded into mumbles as his eyes became glassy, then closed. Within a minute he was snoring.

Sam arranged the blankets around his sibling, knowing that it was a rare moment that he got to tuck Dean in. He smiled as his brother snuggled down further in the bed, his face free of pain, full lips still curved in a smile.

"Sweet dreams, Dean." Sam whispered, one tear trailing down his face. He quickly brushed it away, stifling the urge to laugh as his brother's snores increased in volume. He looked up at the ceiling and murmured "For once, please let him get a peaceful night's rest. I don't think that's too much to ask for."

He looked down at Dean, felt a surge of confidence that had he'd never thought he'd experience again.

Angels or Devils, Heaven or Hell, both sides would find out that when you put the Winchesters up against the wall, that's when they were the most dangerous.

Whatever would come, they'd face it together.

And Sam wouldn't have it any other way.