Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine or the show or anything (well, y'know, except this story...)
A/N. This is a semi music player/shuffle sort of thing. And the synopsis does it more than justice. Enjoy. It's my first story on here.
Chase This Light
"Dean," Sam sighed into the cold frosty air. "Stop it and get back here." He sighed again. "I'm not gonna' chase your short ass, y'know. It's cold," He grumbled.
It wasn't that he wanted Dean to run off and get lost or hurt (more) – just that he couldn't be bothered to run after him. Again. And Dean was just running in circles anyhow.
A bash in the head by a gravestone by some angry ghost that wasn't too keen on not continuing its little run of terror was enough to warrant Sam driving. And everything had seemed fine at first. Sam put his brother's darkened, annoyed mood down to the fact that he'd gotten knocked out by a 'stupid ass spirit' again. So, it wasn't until Dean had shouted at him to stop the car on the roadside and he'd jumped out that Sam figured something was up.
At first Sam had been on high alert; perhaps Dean had spotted something out at the tree line - a woman, a monster, anything. After examining his sibling's actions, he realised Dean was trying to catch something all right. It just wasn't there. At least, nothing Sam could see.
Eventually he'd managed to catch up with his brother and still his flailing arms but, Dean being Dean, he'd escaped Sam's grasp whilst shouting something about lights and 'damn creatures' (possibly something fairy related), leaving the Sasquatch with a bruised shin which he rubbed with a glint of annoyance in his eyes.
Of course it wasn't Dean's fault that he was concussed and Sam was worried but damn if there wasn't going to be itching powder in his bed or dye in his shampoo or maybe he'd come up with something more original for once...
Sighing once more he stalked into the snow.
"Dean!" he shouted. The chided man whipped his head round from his 'hunt' and Sam increased his pace as the blonder brother's eyes rolled up into his skull and his knees buckled to the ground.
For Dean it was no more than a second before he found himself being hauled off the cold, cold ground by this big, warm mass that was his moose.
"Oh, good. They're gone," He exhaled before collapsing back into his brother's arms.
Sam grunted under the sudden dead weight.
"Damnit" he huffed working up a sweat in 4 degree heat.
There would unquestionably be some teasing about Dean on his trip to gaga land on the horizon but, first, as he lugged the great lump back to the car, he decided on a nice trip to the hospital and a hot cocoa.
Not necessarily in that order...