A/N: This is my ultra-angsty offering for the Enkidu07/Onyx Moonbeam Drabble Challenge Of Great. Prompt word: "abrupt." Fellow players: Onyx Moonbeam, PA Davis, Orange Autumn, IheartSam7, deangirl1, Nana56, supernaturalsammy67, NC Girl, Muffy Morrigan, Supernoodle, SherryDarling, Mahtalie, and Enkidu07.


Three towns over, you put Dean to bed: pills, trash can close at hand, blinds drawn against an overcast sky.

Dean pulls the covers in tight enough you can tell his temperature's on the rise and mutters, "I hate this." You don't know if he means the sickness or the FBI or something bigger, something possibly touching you. You find you can't quite ask.

Some time after dark he sits up abruptly and says, "Clover." You hold the trash can, rub slow circles into his burning back and wonder if maybe you can save yourself, so Dean doesn't have to.


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