Title: Pukey Impala Sam
Author: Mad Server
Rating: T
Characters: Sam, Dean
Word Count: 200, on the nose
Summary: After the crypt, Sam pukes.
Spoiler Warning: 4.07
A/N: IheartSam7, this is for you. I'd meant for it to be longer... sorry it's not. Thanks again for the yummy sick Dean, dude! Anyhoo, I wrote this for Enkidu's drabble challenge, only I cheated and did a droubble instead, because at 100 words I just, wasn't done pleasuring IheartSam7 yet. Prompt word: "skin." Others who may have played: Onyx Moonbeam, IheartSam7, Orange Autumn, NC Girl, Nana56, MuffyMorrigan, Mahtalie, SherryDarling, supernaturalsammy67, TCB 0.5, twinchaosblade, PADavis, InSecret, deangirl1, Supernoodle, Vanessa Sgroi, moonlight80, CHAILYN, Dream Painter, Enkidu07.
Disclaimer: I don't own these guys. Or the Impala.
The look on Dean's face is almost too much. Injustice coils hot in your stomach, deep heaving breaths. You tell him you lost the knife. He doesn't say a word.
It's the longest car ride ever. Head pounding, sweaty forehead pressing hard into the chilled windowpane, rage and self-loathing churning in your stomach, you're seeing stars.
Eventually, you hear Dean asking if you're going to puke. You run your hands through your hair, sit up straighter. Feel your stomach prick at the shift and realize, you are.
Before you can answer, the car's stopped and Dean's got your door open, tugging you around so your feet are on the pavement, ass in the seat, night air cool on your skin. His calloused thumbs smoothe over your temples, palms guide your head down between your knees.
You feel it in the back of your throat, know you're about to lose it. Pain in your stomach becomes a sick convulsive squeeze, and then your pizza's back. Dean's hand never leaves your shoulder.
"Nasty," Dean says afterwards.
You spit, level your gaze. "I didn't have a choice."
He gives you a long, probing look. "Guess you didn't."
The ride goes faster after that.
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