Title: I've got you.
Disclaimer: Sometimes in my dreams, they're mine. Well, not in my dreams, per se, but in that time before slipping into sleep.
A/N: Inspired by Mad Servers 21 favorite Dean words. I couldn't get them all in, but this isn't even where I'd planned on going with it… so I will keep trying.
Word Count: 100. Which is harder than I thought it would be… though, it turns out I use a lot of unnecessary words… so this may actually be a good exercise for me.
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Tight muscles strain against soft cotton as Dean heaves over the porcelain bowl.
Sam drops a light hand on his damp back. Dean pulls away, trembling against the wall as the cramping eases.
"Personal space, dude," he breathes, running a shaky hand over his hot forehead.
Sam leans over him to snag a towel, staying close.
Wetting the towel he soothes, "Here. Clean up. You're a mess."
Crouching beside him, one hand resting on Dean's abdomen, he can feel muscles still taut from exertion.
Dean snuffles and makes a woozy attempt to stand.
Then clings to Sam.
"I've got you."
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end.