Challenge Word: Control.
Word Count: 100.
A/N: Here we see the elusive Dean in his natural habitat... looking for treasure?
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Next time there will be some more hurt!Dean, and possibly some monster fighting in later installments. Yay!
Summary: E/O Challenge: Control. --Dean is searching for something. Sam would rather just wait out his brother's deliriousness in peace. Sorry, Sammy.--
Backup
(One day ago...)
Days later, Sam would swear he had everything under control. Days later, Dean would just nod placatingly, say, "Sure, Sparky," and pat him on the back like big brothers sometimes do. But right now, Dean was too busy having a friendly conversation with the motel ice-machine to be bothered.
"Dean," Sam said, placing a gentle hand on his arm, "people are staring..." It was just some random boy in swim trunks and, he assumed, the kid's mother. Still.
"Wait! He d'n't tell me where th'treasure is!" Dean's voice was scratchy and affronted as Sam pulled him away by his sleeve.