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Challenge Word: grouch

300 words- a triple drabble

Sam slowly woke. Seeing a smiling Bobby walk into the room, the injured boy started to close his eyes. While he loved the man, the junk yard owner wasn't who he wanted to see; who he needed to see.

"Bout time you woke up" Bobby said. "I've been dealing with Dean the Grouch all morning. Now that you're awake it's your turn."

"Dean?" Sam rasped, opening his eyes and peering around.

"The one and only" Dean answered as he stepped up beside the bed and took a seat.

"You're here." Sam sighed, latching onto his big brother's hand.

"Yeah but just for a couple of hours. Dad's got wind of a Harpy hunt the next state over." Dean casually explained. He yanked his hand out of his sibling's grasp. "We only stopped to gas up and rest a bit."

"You, you didn't…"

"Come to see you." Dean finished, flashing his trademark smirk. "Hell no! I mean come on! Did you really think I would after you almost got me killed? Please! The only reason I even came upstairs was to see if you were close to kicking the bucket after your little hissy fit. Guess you couldn't even do that right, huh?" A glaring Dean stood and placed his pearl handled revolver beside Sam's hand. "Do us all a favor and don't screw up this time." He growled before leaving the room.

"Dean!" Sam screamed, sitting straight up in bed. Finding himself alone, he breathed a sigh of relief. It had all been just a dream. Sam started to lie down, startling as the door opened. He turned to see a smiling Bobby walk into the room.

"Bout time you woke up." he said. "I've been dealing with Dean the Grouch all morning. Now that you're awake it's your turn."