Relieved of Command

by Kailene

E/O Challenge. WoW-Pilot. It was a simple knock to the head. There was no open wound, no blood, no bump...hell, it hadn't even left a mark of any kind. When Sam opened his eyes, a possible concussion was the least of Dean's worries.

Author's Note #1: I'm starting to notice a trend in my drabbles...but hey, who doesn't like some hurt Winchesters? With that though in mind, this week should have gone to Dean...but, hey, hurt Sam is just so much fun ^_^

This takes place mid-season 7. somewhere between Plucky's and Born Again Identity...because hell, those clowns were enough to send anyone over the edge.

Author's Note #2: Hugs to Riathe Mai for helping out with the Deanism's and for the awesome title.

ooOOoo

"Wakey, wakey, Sammy. No sleepin' on the job." Dean knelt beside his slumped brother, tapping his cheek. "Bitch didn't hit'ya that hard."

Sammy groaned. A violent shudder rocked his body before his eyes snapped open.

Cold. Calculating. Emotionless.

"Hello, Dean."

"You soulless, Sonovabitch," Dean growled. "Let him go!"

"Not gonna happen. The better brother's back. Poor little Sammy's off cowering in a corner because he's well…" Sam tipped his head, "a coward. I'm the pilot of this crazy train now."

Sam smiled.

Patient. Lethal. Devious.

Dean swung, fist connecting with bone. "Yeah? Well, consider yourself relieved of command, you bastard!"