Title: With Bated Breath
Word Count: 100
A/N: Happy Birthday, Nana56!
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Sam saw the glimmer of appreciation in Dean's half-lidded eyes as he pressed a cool rag to his brother's sweaty forehead.
Any moment now, Sam kept telling himself. Dean will finally move or blink, something.
Sweating was good. It meant the creature's paralyzing agent was starting to wear off. Seeing Dean like this... so still, completely opposite from his usual self scared Sam deep inside, far from his logical, put together mask.
"Sam." Dean suddenly croaked, sounding exasperated. The 'Your mopey bitch is showing' was left unspoken.
Sam gave a sharp laugh of relief. Weight lifted from his shoulders.
Finally.
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Fin.