Quick Author's Note: This drabble can be taken several ways and I have to admit... I'm interested to see what the readers think.
E/O Drabble Challenge
Rating: G/K
Word: Face
Dean leaned forward and rested a clammy hand against his head. His throat was dry and his eyes were grainy. Fighting a slight tremble that worked its way through his unsteady frame, he listened to the wheezing breaths that loudly filled the stale air.
Sam's face was gaunt beneath the pale light; though previously flushed it had been bloodless and tight with pain for hours.
Dean let himself slump, his fingers reflexively curling around Sam's warmer ones.
He would wait another hour just in case, then do what he had to.
Dean always did what was best for his brother.