Challenge Words: Worship, Fool
Warnings/Spoilers: Scenes from Playthings, season 2. Dialogue borrowed from the episode, written by Matt Witten
200 words per MS Word Count
Hard Words
By Swellison
"No. Please, Dean." Sam's voice almost cracked in drunken earnestness. "You're the only one who can do it. Promise."
"Don't ask that of me."
"Please. You have to promise me."
Dean couldn't deny the beseeching, besotted puppy dog eyes gazing up at him, expecting him to fix this, like always. Kill Sammy? It was an impossible promise that he couldn't keep, but Sam needed to hear the words. "I promise."
"Thanks." And his gigantor of a brother reached towards his face, clumsily stroking his cheek. "Thank you."
That's it. Dean put Sammy to bed, watched as he rolled onto his stomach, arms hugging his pillow, dead to the world.
SPN*SPN*SPN*SPN*SPN*SPN*SPN*SPN
Dean strode into their hotel room, glimpsing Sam in the mirror. His little brother was worshipping the porcelain god, casted arm on the bathroom floor, good arm braced against the toilet's rim. He couldn't resist teasing Sammy, just a little, then asking, "I'll bet you don't remember a thing from last night, do you?"
"Ohhh," Sam groaned. "I can still taste the tequila...ugghhh."
Dean grinned, cheerfully imparting his best hangover cure.
SPN*SPN*SPN*SPN*SPN*SPN*SPN
Dean started his baby, mind racing. He'd been a fool, thinking—hoping—that alcohol would make Sam forget his promise.
A/N: Still playing catch up, so this is a double-header, word-wise. Since I'm using worship in an unorthodox (some might say disrespectful) way, I decided to tie it into an episode. That lead to me watching parts of the episode – it's been a long time since I've watched any season 2 eps, let alone Playthings—which is why this is posted a little late;-)