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Over
"Over the riv'r and through the woods," Dean sang drunkenly, the cold wispy air hanging at his lips.. "To grandma's house we go…"
He slipped, and Sam moved his hand to his brother's chest to keep Dean from falling.
"We… the horse… something way…"
Sam lowered Dean against the tree, cursing under his breath when he saw Dean had closed his eyes. "Hey. Hey!" Sam started anxiously, patting the side of Dean's face, "Dean? Time to wake up okay?"
One eye opened slowly, glazed over and unfocused, "Kinda cold Sammy."
"I know it is Dean, but you gotta stay awake…"
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A/N: Happy happy happy belated birthday Bhoney!