So, I am a little late with this week's drabble. I have tonsillitis and feel like crap.
Thru Terry's Eyes made me feel a little better today, so I am dedicating this one to her. Thanks for cheering me up and making me laugh(silently)! xo
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Sam's head is leaning on the back of the Impala's front seat and his eyes are closed.
Dean knows he isn't sleeping though. Can tell by the fast rise and fall of his chest.
He's faking.
Dean isn't sure why, since they aren't fighting.
There must be a reason for the silence. Dean's hand gently grazes Sam's forehead and he's shocked by the heat.
Mmmm.
There's the answer.
Sam flinches.
"You ok?" Dean asks, but he already knows what Sam will say.
Winchesters don't complain.
Sam slides down in his seat, and tightly wraps his arms around himself.
"No."