Disclaimer: Winchesters, no-ot mine.
A/N: Late again. ( I did write two, does that make up for the lateness? Lol) This is starting to become a habit. Ugh! Hope to be on time this week. 100 words on the dot. Thanks for letting me play the Drabble Game!
"Can Do It Myself."
The boys staggered into another anonymous motel room. As soon as they cleared the door, Dean
pushed Sam away, stumbling drunkenly across the room, leaving a trail, like crimson teardrops in his wake.
"Dean." Sam protested, watching his stubborn brother as he almost fell into the bathroom."Just let me help you."
"No." Was the muffled answer.
"Dea..."
"No."
"De..."
"No, Sam. I can take care of myself."
"Fine. Hope ya don't bleed to death trying to take care of yourself, Mr. Independent." Sam muttered in irritation, flopping down wearily on the nearest bed.
~TBC- Thanks for reading and reviewing.
