Wow, it's been a long time since I've done one of these drabbles or even wrote a Supernatural fic. I still love the show, but I've been seduced by a new muse, as well as writing for an entertainment website.
This drabble takes place a few weeks after "In My Time Of Dying." I always thought Dean was a little selfish in his grieve, and this is my resolution of that.
Word Count: 102.
What do you think?
Full Tilt
The grief was thunderous, pervasive. Sam's presence was the only thing that minimized it to blunted anguish.
When Sam fainted; it returned with brutal intensity.
Suddenly, Dean was forced to look beyond his pain and into Sam's. He discovered vibrant bruises beneath his shirts; the sluggish heat of fever. He saw the rumpled clothes, the gauntness from lack of appetite.
Sam awoke, and ignored Dean's invitations to talk as Dean had too many times.
"I get it," he said, guilty heart hammering at full-tilt. "You were in that accident, too. You lost him, too. Sammy, I'm sorry."
Finally, they could grieve together.