Promise?
E/O Drabble challenge, word: solution.
Summary: Once our parts in life are assigned it seems nearly impossible to change them – no matter how hard we might try. This could be set in season 1 – or any other time.
He woke from a constant squeak outside.
His brother sat in the porch swing, his face pale in cold light of the moon, the blood on his shirt almost black.
"Dean! What…"
"Shhhhh…'snothing, m'fine."
"Yeah, I can see that."
"S'only a scratch – jussneeded some disinfection."
He took a swig from a bottle, wincing.
"Disinfection!"
"Alcoholic solution, college boy. S'supposed to…"
"Oh, I know the Winchester medicine, Dean. Dad's favorite treatment. You're…"
"What!"
Squeaking.
Darkness.
In his brother's eyes.
On his brother's shirt.
"You're cold. Let's get inside, fix you up."
"Alright."
"Dean?"
"Hm?"
"Take me with you. Next time. Promise?"
