Just a short blurb from Mannequin 3. What if Sam had taken the offered pills? If you've read any of my stuff, you probably knew this was coming. …And, I'm sorry :P
~Shannon
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"What are they?"
"Effective."
Sam didn't want to, but his head was pounding. He took the pill bottle from Dean and poured out two pills, swallowing them with his hot coffee.
As Dean explained the next job, Sam's mind began to slow. Feeling as though he were trudging through mud, he grasped the side of the Impala and began to make his way to the passenger side.
"Whoa Sammy, need a hand?" Dean couldn't help but smile. The kid was always so susceptible to meds. RoboSam would never have shown this kind of vulnerability. God, he had missed his Sammy.
"Hm? Uh, yeah. M'tired Dean." Sam stopped to hold his index finger up in exclamation; "but… m'head doesn't hurt anymore!"
"Glad to hear it man." Dean stopped Sam by grasping his elbow. "Don't you want your bagel? You should really eat something Sammy. Don't want to take those kinds of meds on an empty stomach."
Sam clumsily fell into the passenger seat and looked up at his brother. He pointed at Dean, well… in the direction of Dean anyway. "Always lookin' out for me. Yur'n awesome big brother, De." Sam took a few awkward bites of the bagel, then handed the half-eaten piece to Dean.
Dean bit back a laugh as he bent down to help Sam move his long legs into the car. Once Sam was securely in, he shut the door and walked over to the driver's side. Putting the keys in the ignition, he looked over at Sam who was sound asleep. He hated seeing him in pain and promised himself that he would do everything in his power to ensure that the "wall of Sam" held strong. Grabbing a blanket from the back seat, Dean covered Sam and set out for their next case.