With KKBELVIS' permission (and prompt) this is a sequel to "Share the Wealth" ch 1 of her story Jumbled .net/s/6049571/1/JUMBLED
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"So…" Dean said after a couple sips of beer. "Why are we sitting on the floor, drinking shots and feeling sorry for ourselves?"
"M'not."
"Are too."
Sam grunted a 'hmpf' that Dean recognized as reluctant agreement that he was right. He waited for Sam to elaborate.
"Jus' wan'ed - f'r minit - just wan'ed not to feel an'thing." He slurred.
Dean sighed.
"Doesn't help, Sammy. Trust me as somebody who's tried it. Doesn't help."
Sam 'hmmpfed' a laugh.
"Had t'try."
"Tomorrow morning you're gonna wish you hadn't." Dean. Sam slid against him.
"T'morrow, y'll take care'me."
"Yeah, Sammy. I will."
The end.
