Title: Laid Low
Author: PlatinumRoseLady
Disclaimer: Don't own Sam or Dean – I really need to get writing to Santa…
Drabble Challenge Word: "Hold"
Word Count: 100 words. Go me.
Players: Go to Enkidu07's page, and you'll find all the usual suspects. Resistance is futile – you will be drabbleized. We're like the Borg, only cuter.
Spoiler Alert: None. Just some Queasy!Sam for IHeartSam7's birthday. You rock, girl!
Sam darted from the car, his frame trembling as he fell into the grass.
Can't… hold… on…
He hoisted himself up on his knees, his stomach rolled and vomit began to burn up his throat. Eyes squeezed shut as he retched over and over.
Dean knelt down, rubbed his brother's back gently. Summer colds were the worst.
"C'mon, Sammy, let's get you someplace where you can sleep."
He looked up at Dean, nodded through his tears. Allowed himself to be led back to the Impala, for now not a hunter, but a tired and sick child needing comfort and rest.
Author's Notes: A very Happy Birthday to IHeartSam7, from Sam and Dean… and me!