Hickey from Hell
Summary: Little h/c drabble-ish piece, tag for an 8x13 Everybody Hates Hitler scene.
Spoilers, beware! (The reader, not the spoilers)
A/N: Just want to say, thank you SPN! Thank you for restoring my faith in you with an episode I was absolutely hooked on the entire time, thank you thank you! Okay, that might have had something to do with the Dean and Sam whump we got in the episode...*evil grin* but this was fantastic. Intriguing storyline, funky supernatural guy of the week, entertaining guest star, cool baddies, and *EEP* awesome boys. And proud older brother Dean. :D Only thing that would have made it better was Cass and a comfort scene to follow the hurts, but hey, I'll take what I can get. Loved it loved it loved it.
A/N 2: On that rant, here is a comfort drabble—kind of, it's 400 words, so quaddrabble I suppose—for Sam, Dean's POV. 'Cause, yeah, I needed to do it.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em!
In a flash, the situation starts and ends. The creepy Nazi is dead, and the golem is turning its attention to its owner, so I quickly turn mine to Sam. Poor kid's slouched against the side of the stairs, looking like death warmed over, but he's breathing, so that's a good start.
I gently graze his cheek, not wanting to startle him but needing to feel a connection. His skin is cold beneath mine, and it scares me for a moment. His face is still a bit pale but it's free of that evil disease now, and as his eyes start to flutter I breathe a sigh of relief.
They finally open, and shift around, like they're uncertain of where they want to go, but it takes only a few seconds for them to settle on mine.
"Hey, Sammy, welcome back."
He groans and goes to lift himself up. I put a hand on his shoulder to keep him down; the last thing he needs is to pass out.
"Take it easy for a sec, I gotcha."
"Dean?"
And damn it all if that friggen puppy dog voice doesn't get me every time.
"Yeah, it's okay. You're all right, I'm all right, everybody's good. Kay?"
He nods, looking around blearily. "You get him?"
I tilt my head towards the Golem. "Mongo did."
He nods again, clears his throat. I give him a second to catch his bearings. He gets them back pretty quickly for a man who had the hickey from hell on his neck not thirty seconds ago.
"Gotta burn the body."
"I know. You up for some digging? The little shrimp is out for the count, and I don't think Gigantor likes me very much."
Sam huffs out a laugh, pinching his eyes closed shut at the movement. Whoops.
He opens them again and smiles crookedly at me. His universal symbol of being alright, shutting down some alert signs going off in my head and putting me a bit more at ease. Yeah, the guy's an adult and all, but it's not so easy to remove a lifetime of hardwiring from someone's brain, believe me. But Sam knows how to diffuse the big brother bomb, and he even manages to crack a joke.
"Maybe if you didn't call him Gigantor he would."
I smile back. "Don't be jealous just because we finally found somebody who's taller than you."
End.
