The revenge of Cas is still coming, just a bit delayed as it became a bit longer than what I expected. Sorry about that, but will try to get it done as fast as possible. In the meantime I'll put up a little drabble, although not a humorous one this time as that part of me seems to be preoccupied plotting Cas' next move.

No spoilers, just something that came to me on a plane ride while thinking of the word "drip."


Drip…

Drip…

The low, repeating noise jostled Sam from his light slumber.

Burrowing deeper into the pillows he hoped to drown out the sound, instead focusing on sleeping.

Drip…

Drip…

'Argh, couldn't his stupid brother just learn to close the faucet properly like everyone else!'

He surged from the bed, eyes seeking Dean.

"Dean, why the he…"

He froze midsentence at the sight of his brother, blood dripping from a gaping slash in his side

"Sorr… Sam, knif… slip…" Dean apologized before his legs crumbed

Sam was by his side in an instant, sleep forgotten. "Don't worry, I've got you."


Couldn't resist hurting Dean again, apparently a sucker for that :)