Title: The One With the Words.
Author: Team Free Will
Disclaimer: We don't own Sam and Dean. We don't own Sam or Dean. We don't own Supernatural. We are sad.
Summary: A number of double drabbles. Some funny, some…not. We hope you enjoy them all.
Authors' Notes: We (Mikiya and ghost) were having some writer's block…. Okay. One of us was having writer's block. Me, alright? Ghost was having of the writer's block. There. I said it. Happy now? Anyway, Miki, in her way-too-smart-for-her-britches way, said that I needed to remember how to have fun when writing. So she devised a little drabble game: we each give the other a word, and we each have to write a 100 word drabble. Exactly 100 words.
She was right. And she is awesome.
Mikiya's notes: I just wanted you to have fun writing :D
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Mikiya – word: HESITANT
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"Dean?"
The voice is soft, low.
"Can you hear me?"
He groans, nods, whimpers when the pain becomes unbearable. Everything whites out for a moment.
"S—my?"
Where has his voice gone?
So tired…
"Yeah, it's me… calm down, Dean, please, don't move, okay—hey, stop that…"
"Ju—kay?" He fights to get the words out, doesn't really know if they make it.
"Yeah, 'm okay…" Sam sounds weird, uncertain, hesitant even. "Dean, about the car—" He stops, then there is something warm –a hand?– covering his own, squeezing slightly. "Dean, I'm sorry… it—she didn't make it…"
Blackout.
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ghost4 – word CALM
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Crazy Circles is playing on the radio.
Dean is sitting on his bed, singing along without realizing it. His pistol is in pieces as he carefully oils each part with the same attention he'd spent stitching Sam up last night. He's calm today, which is nice after the blood and fear and rush of last night. It's nice to sit together. Sam not reading a cheep paperback as Dean plays with his toys – no hunt waiting, no desperate need to get anywhere. It's just them, together, and nothing to do except stay that way, for at least a little while.