This drabble is for LilyBolt. The prompt was "It's like my air is gone." and it caused me great feels. Also, if y'all are looking for some great writing then go and check out LilyBolt's page. She has a one-shot series that she is taking prompts for and she posts every Monday.
Sam slammed the car door and waited for Dean to do the same on the driver's side. He forced himself not to look at his broth…no, partner as they drove away. He had just laid out the terms of their working together again and as much as it had hurt to see that look in Dean's eyes, it was necessary. They were too much of a danger to themselves and the world around them when they were brothers. Partners was better. They would be more detached. Wouldn't sacrifice themselves, or the world, on a whim just because the other might die. Well, he wouldn't anyway. He couldn't speak for Dean, because he had always been much more sacrificial when it came to his brother's life, and Sam didn't think that saying they weren't brothers would change that. It didn't matter though because as long as one of them was using rational thought the world would probably be a lot safer. If only he could get Dean to see it that way as well.
XXX
Dean stood there for a second as Sam turned and walked to the passenger's side of the Impala before following and climbing into his baby for the long ride back to the bunker, trying his best to get the words that had just been seared into his brain, out.
"I'm saying you want to work? Let's work. You want to be brothers…?"
The words had felt like a punch to the gut that had knocked the air right out of his lungs and no matter how hard he tried, he felt like he would never get it back.
A/N If anyone out there has a prompt, I would love to write it. They need to be six words and be a coherent sentence. Reviews are love and prompts give me life. Thanks for reading! Love and hugs!
