So, I finally got the word count to work, but I realized I forgot one thing. The drabble word. _ So here's the drugged up Dean version. The 'dry' version shall come later. Happy birthday PA Davis! 100 words on the dot.
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"Sammeh?"
Sam's head lifted slightly. "Mmm?"
It was three in the morning, and Sam was getting tired. Dean wasn't letting up.
"I love ya bro," Dean slurred.
Sam smiled and patted Dean's leg. "I know you do. Now go to sleep."
But Dean wasn't going to let that slide very easily. "'M serious. I alwa's call ya a dork or girl but ya know I luv ya right?"
Sam couldn't help but grin again. When the morphine wore off, he'd have fun teasing Dean about this.
"I know you do. Love you too."
But Dean slept on, oblivious to Sam.