Enkidu07's Drabble Challenge
Prompt Word: SLIP
Word Count: 200 words. Double Drabble.
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Sneaky
By: Vanessa Sgroi
Dean wasn't sleeping. Hadn't slept in days. And Sam was at the end of his rope. Talking hadn't worked. Pleading hadn't worked. This would work, but his older brother was going to be livid. Many, many hours from now Sam hoped. He finished mixing the powder into Dean's coffee, popped the lid back on and headed out of the coffee shop, crossing to where Dean was leaning, tense and faux-alert, against the brick building.
He handed Dean the hot beverage. "Here. Hot and caffeinated," he muttered. Sam surreptitiously watched Dean take his first sip and grimace.
"Coffee tastes nasty."
Sam sipped at this own un-doctored drink. "Yeah, tastes bitter," he lied, "Must be old."
They turned and walked toward the motel. It wasn't long before Dean stumbled. Then swayed, the cup dropping from tingling fingers. He looked at Sam. "Did you…did you slip me something?" Dawning realization crossed his face a split second before his eyes rolled back and his knees gave way.
Sam caught his brother, maneuvered him over his shoulders in a firemen's carry. "Sorry, bro." He started walking, grateful the motel was right around the corner. He patted Dean's leg. "I didn't know what else to do."
FIN