Title: Faint
Author: Mad Server
Rating: T
Characters: Dean, Sam, OC
Word Count: 100, on the nose
Summary: Recon at a military facility goes awry because Dean is sick.
A/N: Happy birthday, woodburner! This is for you. E/O Challenge; prompt word: "steady." Check out the C2 to see everybody's challenge drabbles.
Disclaimer: I don't own these guys.
It's humiliating, is what it is.
Pretty girls and army dicks and Dean's weak-kneed, dizzy-headed, breathing deep and not hearing much but a dial tone. Sam's big arm is shelter and Dean sweats under it, reams his shirt to keep from falling down.
"Here we go. That's it." Sam's murmuring, and shifting, and then Dean's in a chair. "Lean forward. Bend over." A cool, steady hand shepherds his head down between his knees. "Good."
The spots clear, and his boots materialize, then Sam's knees, shoulder, eyes.
"Better?"
The receptionist is gawking.
"Hey. Easy. It's OK."
"Let's go, Sam."
They go.
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