EO Challenge: Hold

by Foreverwolf

3 drabbles, each a stand alone, but covering all three requests for this word prompt. To save time I just posted all three in one document, since they are all technically the same challenge. Concussed Sam, Drunk Castiel, and H/C Sam and Dean w/leg injury

E/O Challenge: Word Prompt: Hold 100 Words

For IheartSam7 - Confused, concussed, sad, miserable, moaning, suffering, queazy Sam.
For The Tribble Master, some Drunken!Castiel.
And for SidJack some h/c Sam and Dean, with supersweet moments, maybe some leg injuries thrown in for either or both boys.

AN: I'm trying to play catch up, lol. Sorry for being late with the stories, girls. I'm going to post each one as a drabble, but to save time am going to post as one document. Each of these Drabbles are stand alone, have exactly 100 words each, and are in no way connected to each other.

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For IheartSam7- Confused, concussed, sad, miserable, moaning, suffering , queasy Sam.

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"Okay, just take it easy," Dean soothed as Sam groaned, leaning over the porcelain bowl again.

"This sucks, Dean," Sam moaned, his stomach cramping with dry heaves.

"You'll be fine soon. It's just the concussion. "

"What?"

"Remember? You got tossed by a vamp."

"Why?"

"We were trying to get a hold of that amulet, remember?"

"Oh. Did we win?"

Dean shook his head, wondering if he shouldn't get Sam to a hospital. He hadn't thought it to be more than a mild concussion, but Sam's misery was making him doubt that assessment.

"'Course we did, Sammy. We always do."

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For The Tribble Master- Drunken!Castiel.

AN: My apologies for this, but I really couldn't come up with any kind of a plot line involving Cas being drunk.

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"Dude, you are so wasted!" Dean crowed in triumph as the angel staggered.

"'m not!" Castiel slurred, grabbing onto Dean's shoulder to hold himself up. "Th'rs sm'th'ng on te strt. Trped."

"Cas, if I can't understand a word you're saying, that means you're drunk. And there's nothing on the street to make you trip. Accept it."

"Y'er me'n, De'n."

"C'mon, let's get you back to the motel. You're going to need to sleep this off."

"I l'ke y'u, y'knw? I th'nk y'u c'n win," Castiel pronounced suddenly, with great confidence.

Dean laughed. "I'm gonna try, Cas, I'm sure gonna try."

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For SidJack- h/c w/ Sam and Dean; Super Sweet Moments, maybe some leg injuries thrown in for one or both of the boys.

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"Dean, c'mon, you gotta hold on," Sam urged, trying to push back the panic threatening to suffocate him.

"Dude, femoral artery, no signal on the phone, and a snowstorm that's trying to bury us. There's nothing to hang on to," Dean retorted, wincing in pain as he tried to shift his shredded leg.

"We'll figure this out. We will."

"Sam-"

"Keep pressure on that leg. Bobby knows we're here, and we're way over due. He'll come."

"Sam-"

"No, Dean. There's no other way this is going to go down. Just stay awake. I'll figure something out."

"Know you will, Sammy."