A/N: So, this just hit me in the face yesterday and decided not go away 'til I wrote it all down. Then it grew, and became… A Drabble Series.
No idea were it came from, either…. :thumbs up: It is set in no particular season, really - put it where you want! :grin:
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This is in memory of:
Margaret Boyles, (14th October 1935 - 5th August 2009)
Best granny ever - I will miss you so much.
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Disclaimer: Obviously, I do not own Supernatural, Sam or Dean. Not even a teeny tiny knife or weeny gun.
Lyrics are the amazing Within Temptation's "Memories". (So, not mine either.)
~Suffered In Silence ~
-Sickness-
In this world you tried…
Not leaving me alone behind
There's no other way…
I'll pray to the gods: let him stay
"You're sick, Sam."
"No, I'm not!"
It's only a mere five minutes later when he runs to the toilet.
Something which has become a pattern - over the last two days, Sam has been constantly sick. And Dean doesn't know why.
It's starting to become a concern.
It's a slightly longer five minutes later when he walks out, pale and ashen faced. Hair a mess.
As usual.
A quiet laugh to himself.
Several coughs break the silence. Sam runs a hand through his already-tangled hair.
Dean looks up, and wide grin masks the worry he currently feels.
"Told you." A self-satisfied nod of the head to accompany.
A glare through tired eyes.
"Why do you always have to be right?"
A grin that more resembles a smirk.
"'Cause I'm your awesome older brother. I'm always right!" He watches as his little brother rolls his eyes.
"I hate you." Sam flops on the bed with a sigh.
"I know."