E/O Drabble Challenge word: hold
Three drabbles, one story, a little of bit of everything. Happy Birthday IheartSam7, The Tribble Master, and SidJack!
No spoilers, could be any time current season.
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This was one mad as hell spirit.
Sam was thrown hard. Dean saw his head hit the tree.
"You sonuvabitch. Hold on Sammy!" He flipped open the lighter and tossed. A loud shriek and the spirit was gone.
Almost instantly, Dean was at Sam's side. Sam's eyes were still shut, but he was moaning slightly, and had a hand to his head where a bump was forming.
"Where 'm I?" Sam muttered, eyes fluttering. "Ow!" Sam's hand reached down. Dean saw the huge gash along his shin.
"I gotta get a bandage, Sammy."
"Dean? Don't ... leave ... without ..."
"Never, Sammy."
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"Okay, Sammy. Leg looks better, want to try and stand?"
Sam shook his head. "No. Still hurts."
"Come on, Sasquatch, hold my hand." Dean pulls Sam to his feet, but maybe too soon. Sam puts pressure on the leg, yelps, and falls, pushing Dean beneath him.
"Ye-ow!" Dean screeches. "My ankle, shit!" The boys sit against each other.
"Now what." Sam whispered.
Dean thought for a moment. "Got it. Two bad legs should equal one good, right?"
Sam looked confused; Dean smiled.
A few minutes later, they were walking, slowly, arms around each other's shoulders as Dean chanted, "Outside, inside, outside, inside."
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The three-legged Sam-n-Dean made it back to the motel room.
"I wonder where Cas has been all evening?" Dean said, cell phone to his ear.
They entered the room. Cas was cross-legged on the bed.
"Cas?"
"I was looking for you."
"I called you, like ten times!" Dean said.
"Oh ... is that why my pants were buzzing? It tickled!" Cas suddenly broke into laughter.
"What are you doing Cas?" Dean asked.
"Was looking for you. Found this," Cas was holding up an empty bottle of whiskey. " 'twas good. I had some."
"Some!" Dean shouted, "That bottle was nearly full!"
"Oops!"