Title: Feet
Author: Mad Server
Rating: T
Characters: Dean, Sam
Word Count: 100, on the nose
Summary: Dean's sick. Something's after Sam.
A/N: This really could have been a chapter of "Sneeze" but it was all, having of plot and stuff, so I decided to let it play with the big kids. E/O Challenge ("ankle" and "alarm"). Check out the E/O comm for everybody's challenge drabbles. Did you know there are a hundred of us now?!
Disclaimer: I don't own these guys.
There's a dizzy spell - a light blanket, juice and crackers, a T-shirt swabbing off his brow - then a blackout, thermometer, bed.
He dreams something's sucking Sam's toes - jolts awake to an overcast afternoon, and his knife gone.
In the night, he stumbles and sneezes across the gap, curls around Sam's sleeping ankles. Slurps, nibbling - then a hand smoothes back his hair. The sky's bright. "It's OK. We're OK." He pukes over the footboard.
It comes as the sun's setting - Sam jerks a sneaker back, stares alarmed under the table. No target's visible, but Sam's blade finds meat.
"AKgh-TCHCHHHH-hughh! ...Told you."
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