A/N: Hey folks!!
I … uhm… kind of overstepped the 100 word count (make this two drabbles in one). But I just couldn't stop writing. So please be kind. *offers self-made chocolate chip cookies to everyone* Please, don't shoot a birthday girl. ^^° (it's my birthday too)
A/N: Happy Birthday Ghostey!!!
A/N: My hugest of thanks to Enkidu07 for her never ending patience, her awesome words and her wonderful help! Honey you're awesome! *huggles you*
Have fun reading. ^^
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Call Me Call Me
Desperate tossing and turning.
„Mmmmnoooo…. Leave me 'lone..." Dean got even more agitated.
"Dean, damnit, calm down." Sam tried to wake him but without success. He felt scared by the amount of heat that radiated off of Dean. New blood seeped through the fabric of his shirt. Torn stitches, great.
"Dean!" Sam tried again but got no reaction. Dean was still trapped in his nightmare, fighting whatever he was seeing there.
"N-no! Noooooooo!" The last word a choked scream. Dean's back arched.
"Cas! Cas, damnit, get down here!" Sam hated the panic in his voice.
Suddenly Castiel was standing next to Sam, looking at him questioningly.
"Heal him!" Sam demanded.
"I can't, you know that." Cas replied calmly, his eyes fixed on Dean.
"Can't or won't? " Sam hissed. He stepped closer to Cas, invading his personal space. "Answer me!"
Dean whimpered softly on the bed.
"I can't. " Castiel said in that annoying, calm voice, facing Sam's blazing eyes. "But I can help." He stepped closer to Dean, laying two fingers on his hot forehead.
Dean calmed instantly, the pain lines eased.
Sam heard the flapping of wings and Castiel was gone.
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End
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