E/O Challenge: Fold
Shinaria asked for some hurt/suffering Sam. Glad to oblige.
Word Count: 100
No spoilery, not even season specific.
"When'd you… grow so tall, Sam?" Dean sucked in air, hands on knees. "Feels like I'm dragging a… fucking blue whale back to the car."
His brother didn't comment, sprawled partway onto the back seat, feet still on the ground.
"We need a hand-truck. You know, the kind that fold up?" Sam's head rolled loosely as Dean dragged him the rest of the way into the car. "Strap you to it, wheel you anywhere. And you're carrying it."
A rough hand across Sam's forehead. "Wake up and we can argue about it."
"Wha', Dean?"
"Nothing, Sam. You'll just win, anyway."
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