Title: Closet
Author: Mad Server
Rating: T
Characters: Dean, Sam
Word Count: 100, on the nose
Summary: Dean's unwell. Sam stuffs him in a closet.
A/N: This was written for the Enkidu07/Onyx Moonbeam Drabble Challenge Of Awesome. The prompt was "cramp." It's a coda to "Nightshifter," which I've actually done before, but, Dean just looked so wrecked and pissed and threadbare at the end of that one that he's inspired me several times over. This is for moonlight80, who should totally finish her "Faith" fic, 'cause I wanna know what happens, damnit.
Disclaimer: I don't own these guys.
Three days out of Milwaukee, Dean's feeling like crap, chilly and lightheaded as he picks over shelves of stale gas station candy.
Out of nowhere Sam ploughs him backwards into the open cleaning supply closet. Sam's flushed, his eyes all business as he hisses "Shut up" and closes him in.
Dazed, Dean tamps down fight and flight, listening hard in the cramped darkness, queasy with the pong of piss and disinfectant.
"Cops," Sam says an eon later, faintly sheepish in the piercing bright store.
Dean takes two steps and vomits; wishes all his messes were as easy to clean up.
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