Challenge Word : Dirt
Word Count : 100
Spoilers : None
For my big sis, ncsupernatfan.
When you've not been around, there's a point when it gets too scary to
make contact, due to the fear of the reaction you might (deservedly) get.
So even more time passes, and the fear gets bigger, and I miss you more.
HE REALLY AIN'T HEAVY
There was no need for Sam to carry him,
save than it comforted both himself and Dean.
-o-
Dean thudded to the ground, hurting both knees and breathing in loose dirt, triggering a violent cough attack. Have'ta go hospital for sure. Panicking, Sam raced over.
"Ah crap!...I'm here Dean. Can you move?"
A half sobbed "Noo-ho" with signs of real tears swiftly lapsed into the full boo-hoo whammy. Frightened, Sam helped Dean up, wrapping strong, comforting arms around him.
"You're ok...It's ok...Can I see?"
Hiccupping sobs, Dean dropped his jeans to his ankles, pointing to his knees at the tiny skin grazes. Sam still carried him though, while silently cursing the curse which left Dean aged four again.
-o-
Chick xxx