Disclaimer: I own many things but Supernatural isn't one of them.
Author's Note: A birthday gift for Edina Clouds. Here's some hurt!Dean, comforting!Sam for you. 100 words on the dot. Sam's made it out of hell and he's reunited with Dean.
Spoilers/Warnings: Takes place post 5.22.
Thanks to OnyxMoonbeam and Enkidu07 as always.
Dirt
Familiar smells – dirt, rain, blood. Familiar feelings too – a bruised and bleeding body.
Familiar actions – Sam helping him up.
"Ouch."
"Stop whining, Dean." But Sam's assessing his damage.
"It hurts," Not enough to block the euphoria in having Sam back.
"Man up," but Sam's smiling.
Both revel in the familiarity of it all in warm silence.
"Should've known I'd be in pain the second you're back."
"Your fault for playing the hero," Sam's grinning now.
A pause. Then, "Bitch."
"Jerk."
Words saying I missed you, I love you, and a dozen other things they'd never say in any other way.
