E/O Drabble Challenge
Challenge Word: EYES
Word Count: 300
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Disclaimer: Neither the boys nor anything related to Supernatural belongs to me. I'm just having some fun with the boys, playing around with Eric Kripke's sandbox.
BROTHER BOUND
By: Vanessa Sgroi
Sam watched his brother tug at the restraints encircling his wrists, placed there by Sam himself after Dean moved to pluck out his own eyes. Wild cursing and thrashing, interspersed with grunting and growling, accompanied the frantic pulling.
The younger Winchester carefully placed a palm on Dean's forehead and gently stroked. "Ssh, ssh, Dean. It's okay. It'll be over soon."
Dean's head whipped around, his mouth repeatedly snapping open and closed, desperately trying to bite Sam's arm or any other vulnerable body part within the vicinity of his teeth.
Careful to remain out of striking distance, Sam sank to his knees, his gaze locked on the ticking clock across the room. Minutes turned to hours, yet he remained vigilant. Soothing when, and where, he could, observing when he could not. Wincing as the viciousness and violence cycled inward and then outward at regular intervals, leaving his brother a bloody, bruised, mad mess.
Briefly standing to give some relief to his legs, Sam's palm again found Dean's damp forehead and rubbed. "Just a little longer, Dean. Hang on." Dean bucked and howled under the touch, and Sam was grateful they were in the bunker and not at some random, rundown motel.
Tick, tick, tick…tock.
Sam knew the second it ended. The air in the room seemed to decompress with an almost audible pop.
Dean's body relaxed; his eyes slowly opened. Focused. His gaze traveled briefly before fixing on Sam's face.
Sam's face immediately broke into a wide, brilliant smile. His giddy sigh was a mixture of release and relief. "Welcome back."
Dean's brow furled; he blinked. "Have I been gone?"
Sam went to work on removing the restraints knowing that very shortly Dean would keenly feel every wound, scratch, scrape, and muscle wrench. Sam nodded his head. "You could say that."
FIN