Title: Thrashing
Author: Mad Server
Rating: T
Characters: Dean, Sam
Word Count: 100, on the button
A/N: This was written for 100ghosts. The prompt was 'break up.' Dean psychologizing as per discussion with moonlight80.
Disclaimer: I don't own these guys, I swear.


Raised voices. Chairs scrape back all at once. Dean looks up from his pint, sees Sam's got some Randy Savage look-alike in a headlock.

Dean's up. (Beeline.) Biceps bulge, nostrils flare. Sam slams the guy backwards and down. (Sweet dreams.) Dean drags Sam off him, still thrashing. Shoves him out the door.

Hot night, but outside the air circulates.

'The fuck was that?'

Sam snorts blood.

'He say something?'

Shrug. 'Same old shit.'

(Tick tock.)

'This how it's gonna be when I'm gone?'

Four days left, and for the first time Dean wonders: what if Sam can't hack it?


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