E/O Challenge: use the word drug. For an extra challenge, make the drabble about baby Sam.
Disclaimer: Don't own the boys. Life can be so unfair sometimes.
Spoilers: None
It had been three days since the accident and Sam wasn't sleeping.
More like 10-year old Sam, but I hope it'll do. My apologies for the late post, but nevertheless I hope you had a wonderful birthday anjelicious.
xxx
And I need something to help me sleep...
- Meiko
Small Mercies
"Go back to bed, Sammy."
His little brother shook his head stubbornly.
It had been three days since the accident and Sam wasn't sleeping. Dean couldn't blame the kid, he knew what Sam saw every time he closed his eyes, but this wasn't healthy.
He sighed. At least Godzilla was playing at eleven.
They were halfway through the movie when Sam's head began lolling forward, his eyes heavy as bricks.
"You drugged me?" he slurred, the betrayal in his voice making Dean's stomach churn.
He ignored it, tucking Sam in and brushing back his hair.
Maybe tomorrow he'd make pancakes.
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