Challenge Words: Thanks and Achilles' Heel
Warnings/Spoilers: None
200 words per MS Word Count
Wrong Spot
By Swellison
"Anyone here for Dea-?"
"Me." Sam jumped to his feet from the cramped waiting room chair before the doctor could complete his sentence. Three long strides put him in the surgeon's face. "How's Dean? I'm his brother."
"He'll be fine. We've set his broken arm, no concussion. Deep bruising, but no internal damage beyond two cracked ribs."
The doctor might have been curious about the source of Dean's injuries or the fact that Sam himself sported only a cut lip, but he thankfully didn't mention it. Sam was glad; he really didn't want to explain how a poltergeist had beaten the hell out of Dean. "C'n I see him?"
"He's pretty doped up, probably won't even—"
"All the more reason for me to be there when he wakes up," Sam said firmly.
"We're keeping him overnight for observation. The nurse'll get you when he's out of recovery."
"I'll be waiting."
SPN**SPN**SPN**SPN**SPN**SPN
Sam stared at his sleeping brother, who'd tangled with yet another fugly to keep him safe. He sighed and dropped into the bedside chair. "I hate it that I'm your Achilles' heel."
"N't heel," Dean protested groggily, glazed eyes staring at Sam. "Heart."
Sam swallowed, murmuring, "Thanks, bro."
A/N: I've been vacationing and AWI (away from internet). So this was a double-header, to catch up. Hope everyone had a happy Thanksgiving!