Challenge Word: Ditch.
Word Count: 100.
A/N: Ah, Dean... I loves you and your hallucinatin' self. :D
I think I'm running into a dry-spell as far as writing goes. I'm still gonna do the E/O Challenge drabbles, though. Just starting to feel better after having been sick the past few days. Thinkin' maybe I should rest up a bit, and recharge mah batteries.
Anyway. Love you all, and enjoy!
Summary: E/O Challenge: Ditch. --Sam waits for the cure to work while Dean gives him a stern talking-to.--
Backup
"Ya promise?"
"I promise, Dean."
Sam glanced at his watch. Shouldn't the cure have started working by now?
"...fell in a fucking ditch... an' I walked nine miles, S'mmy. Nine miles!"
He patted Dean's ankle, reaching from the chair he had pushed toward the end of his brother's bed. Book in hand, his eyes barely skimmed the worn ink as they drifted to Dean time and again. He had, since ingesting the gross cure fifteen minutes prior, drawn faces on his hands and made Sam talk to them. Now it was ditches.
"Promise y'won't steal m'car."
"Promise."