Critical
By Carol M
E/O Challenge…side…it's life or death in the backseat of the Impala…Sam's trying to get Dean to live…hurt!Dean caring!Sam…Happy Birthday to Laedieduske!
Disclaimer: Don't own em, only love em
Word Count: 100
No Spoilers
Enjoy!
"Damn it, Bobby, drive faster!"
Sam cradled Dean closer to him while Bobby pushed the accelerator through the floor of the Impala.
Dean groaned and shifted to his side in Sam's lap, his body spasming into violent dry heaves. Sam held onto Dean for dear life, gently palming Dean's belly in soothing concentric circles, hoping that the comforting touch would somehow calm the horrendous pain of the internal injuries Dean had suffered.
Dean weakly grabbed for Sam's hand and gave it a feeble squeeze before going limp in Sam's arms.
"No…no Dean," muttered Sam in terror. "God, hurry Bobby!"
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