Author's Note: Happy Birthday supernaturalmydream! I'm late, but I intend to fulfill her wish. She asked for hurt/comfort between Sam and Dean, with an emphasis on panic attacks, and I think I got something to give her lovely nightmares. The word for the E/O Challenge part was "warm".
Disclaimer: Watch out, I'm warming to the idea of doing something criminal to rectify the injustice that I don't own Supernatural. When the time comes, back me up and I might be generous.
Word Count: 100 (a little re-lapse into lawfulness)
Warning: If I gave you one, it wouldn't be as fun to read…
No Gentle Night
Sam was being devoured alive by ants. Despite his wild thrashing and screaming they crawled everywhere, accompanied by unbearable pain. He wanted to claw the ants off, but someone held his arms pinned. "SAM!" Dean screamed in his ear. "There! Are! No! Ants! It's witch's dust. SAM!" Dean was a strong man but so was Sam, and God only knew who'd tire first. Sam thrust his head backwards and broke Dean's nose, sending him into a meteor-filled night, but still he hung on. Both their agonies lasted until the horizon warmed to gold, and Dean wept as Sam finally fainted.