QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS
Sometimes, where dumb, irresponsible big brothers are concerned, it's all about asking the right question at the right time to get the right answer; Sam should know, he's the expert. Sam's POV.
Disclaimer: Don't own them; but I would take really good care of them if I did.
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I watch helpless, frustrated as Dean labours miserably through a stack of pancakes, abandoning the attempt halfway.
"What's wrong, dude?" I ask cautiously.
"M'fine!"
Lying sonofabitch.
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He's slower, seems to have developed a stoop; lunch is a farce, pushing fries listlessly round his plate; he eats three of them.
I ask the question again.
"M'fine!"
I could just smack him.
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I can hear him puking in the bathroom. He comes out grey, clammy; death warmed over.
I ask the question yet again.
"Hur's," he groans.
"Where?"
"Here;" he presses chilly fingers to his side, just above the right hipbone.
No more questions.
Hospital.
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