AHHHH! So excited for the new season. Here's this week's drabble. I re-wrote this little bugger 4 times. It's 100 words on the dot. :) Please let me know what you think.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, EDINA CLOUD!
Salvaged Victories
Dean woke up in an unfamiliar motel room with stitches and bruises he didn't remember getting. He smelled like soap and antiseptic.
"Sammy?" His voice was gritty.
He'd taken a beating, but Sam patched him up. Sometimes the only victory they can salvage was living through the hunt.
Sam was in a bedside chair, slumped over the mattress. It was obvious from the dirt and dried blood covering him that he'd taken care of Dean and passed out before he could treat himself.
Dean eased over to his brother, checking his pulse, patting ashen cheeks. "It's okay, Sammy, I'm on duty."