There Lies a Place of Understanding
Word count: 100
Supernaturalbuffy's birthday prompt: confused sickly Dean
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He doesn't know where he is, why he's sitting soaked in the freezing rain.
He doesn't know why he's alone.
"Sammy?!" He tries to get himself up to find Sam, arms trembling weakly.
Footsteps thump toward him. "Dean, hey. Just getting towels."
"Let's g-go inside – c-c-cats and d-dogs out here," his teeth clack noisily. He doesn't understand why he's being held down when he tries to get up. The rain stops, though.
"Stay put, dude. The bite's infected, fever's too high."
Warm towels dry him carefully before he's helped into bed.
The jumbo hand across his forehead – that he understands.
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Fuzzy Navels
Word count: 100
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Here's what he remembers.
Ignoring Sam's bitching and going to a local dive.
A bevy of blondes standing on top of the bar, content to have their t-shirts soaked in water.
Voting for number six.
His sixth double of Jack. (maybe seventh)
A fight with someone about number six losing.
He doesn't remember getting back to the motel, which is where he wakes up – head throbbing, the taste of puke in his mouth, trashcan by the bed. There's a bottle of water on the bedside table, aspirin lain out for him.
He remembers he has one kick ass little brother.
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