E/O Drabble Challenge
Challenge Word: OLD
Word Count: 200
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Disclaimer: Neither the boys nor anything related to Supernatural belongs to me. I'm just having some fun with the boys, playing around with Eric Kripke's sandbox.
IN TRUTH, I BREAK: A LAMENT
By: Vanessa Sgroi
He carried his brother in his arms, struggling to put one foot in front of the other and see through the prism shimmer of tears still filling his eyes. Upon reaching the Impala, Sam—by some miracle—managed to open a back door, jostling Dean only slightly. He then laid his sibling gently across the back seat, an all too familiar action.
From the floor he plucked a blanket, old and army-green. For a split second, he worried if it would be too scratchy, but hands a-tremble, still carefully tucked the covering over Dean as if afraid he'd catch a chill.
That done, Sam sank to his knees just outside the car, his hand reaching out and gripping the toe of Dean's boot. Trembling turned to all-out shaking. He bent and bowed under the weight of his grief. His forehead came to rest on top of that hand and hot tears again tracked down his cheeks.
When the fresh storm passed, Sam lifted his head and scrubbed away tears and snot with his free hand. He cleared his throat. Releasing his white-knuckled grip on Dean's boot, he patted it. "C'mon, Dean," he whispered, his voice raspy, "let's get you home."
FIN