Disclaimer: They are not mine. God! I'm going to cry myself to sleep.
Beta: bia1007
Word of the week: pry
Word count: 100
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For Your Sake
"Sammy?" Dean walked in, finding Sam crouched over the porcelain bowl. "You okay?"
"Crappy."
Dean walked over to Sam and gave him a back rub. "You'll feel better after you puked."
"I can't…" Sam whined and caused Dean to panic when he keeled over dangerously – black dots swarming his vision.
"Shit!" Dean gripped Sam's chin, pried his mouth open and stuck a finger down Sam's throat. Sam gagged and Dean rolled him over the toilet bowl - just in time before whatever Sam had eaten in the last few hours came out in violent heaves.
"Feel better?"
"Thanks."
"Anytime little brother."
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End