SPN100 CHALLENGE WoW: Breathe
Word Count: 100. I'm quite proud.
He was drugged to the gills, a huge bruise marring the entirety of his face, purple and splotchy. His torso was a smattering of black and blue. He was still wheezing, and Sam could hear the congestion with each breath.
He could feel the rise and fall of his chest against his side. Sam knew his brother would freak if he woke up to find himself in this compromising position, slumped against Sam's chest, head pressed to his shoulder.
Sam sighed and rested his chin on top of his brother's matted hair.
It had just been one of those days.
Beating up Dean is like crack to me, I swear.
