I've been seeing these mysterious E/O drabbles all over the place, and decided to sate my curiosity by figuring out what the hell the fuss was about. And, well, let's just say I've been infected with the challenge. I don't know how many I'll do, nor do I know the order in which these prompts came out, but nevertheless, here's the first.
(Oh, also: Make note that this is the shortest fic I've ever written, ever. A meager hundred words. Be proud.)
Mind Over Matter
Prompt: Cramp
"Dad, I feel like I'm dying."
Dean'd been doing wind sprints for what seemed like forever, lungs burning, sweat pouring off in waves, so figured now was an acceptable time to admit his pain.
"It's just a cramp," says John. "You've got ten more to do, move it."
"It hurts. I can't run anymore."
John looks at his eldest. "Pretend a monster's gonna get Sammy. What are you gonna do?"
Dean blanches, and runs, picturing razor-sharp teeth and claws ripping his little brother to shreds, all because of a measly stitch in his side.
The cramp vanishes, and never returns.