I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaack. It's been awhile since I've been inspired or motivated. It has nothing to do with the show, I still love it, and more to do with real life being a dick. But I'm here now, woo-hoo!
I'm a little rusty. Word Count is 113.
Soul Full
Dean was a mess, wheezing, disoriented. He kept glaring nastily at him, back against the shower stall.
Sam gathered the first-aid kit, ice, and whiskey. He grimaced at the sight of Dean, bloody, examining his ribs. "Back off, Tin-Man."
Sam snatched Dean by his collar, and gingerly pulled him out of the moldy bathroom. "You're worse than a baby. Be still or I'll spank you."
Dean slapped him; Sam was undeterred. He held ice against his brother's battered ribs, pinning the other hand gently with his own. "I know you're confused. But I'm here."
Dean cradled his cheek, eyes aglow with desperate hope. "Sammy?"
Sam nodded. "Soul and all."
"I missed you."