Enkidu07's Drabble Challenge - Happy Birthday, Mainegirlwrites. She wanted to see some fainting or unconscious Sammy.
Prompt word - TILT
Word Count: 100 words on the dot.
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Disclaimer: Neither the boys nor anything related to Supernatural belongs to me. I'm just having some fun with the boys, playing around with Eric Kripke's sandbox.
Going, Going, Gone
By: Vanessa Sgroi
"Sam! Sammy!" The frantic calls got closer until they reverberated loudly throughout the room and within Sam's skull. The younger Winchester groaned and slowly rolled over though his eyes remained tightly closed. Hands ghosted over his body.
"Sam, you okay, dude?"
He pried his eyes open, squinted at his brother. "Yeah, yeah, I'm 'kay." He wiggled his fingers. "Hel'p m-me up."
Dean eyed him skeptically but gently pulled him to a standing position.
"See, I'm goo—" The room suddenly did a weird tilt and slide. Sam's eyes rolled back, and he went limp.
"Yeah, goo sounds just about right."
FIN