Title: Sixty Words
Disclaimer: Me no own, You no sue
Warning: None
Note: Set during season one.
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Chapter Thirteen: Travail
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Pain – white hot and sudden.
"Dean," Sam's voice is a strangled intake of breath as he clenches his eyes shut and collapses backwards into your arms.
This is the part you hate.
"It's okay, Sammy," you whisper as you hold him close. "I've got you, Sam. I've got you."
Screaming – angry desperation that's only a whisper-on-a-scream hint of what's going on inside his head.
You close your eyes, trying to wait it out as calmly as possible.
This is the part you hate.
You hate the screams, the screams that you can't stop. This is Sam's burden and the only thing you can do now is stand guard for those few minutes Sam's on the floor, so completely and utterly defenseless.
Pain and screaming – no relief in sight until all has been told.
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