Disclaimer: I'm eventually going to have to think of many ways to say these guys aren't mine.
A/N: Back again! A few things; Dawn, thank you!!-- I am
totally going to be making those... not sure when they'll be stuck
in, but hey, that's half the surprise! Anyone else who wants to make
suggestions, feel free!
Ok, so this next 'one shot', is actually
a drabble. My friend gave me the challenge of writing a 200 word
drabble that has the vauge line of 'I'll eat my sock if...'. Haha...
only I could change that into angst... enjoy! (don't worry!--
tomorrow's one shot will be a longer one!)
Title: Brother oh Brother
Genre: An angsty thing... ok, there's a little humor in it.
Summary: A 200 word drabble challenge
Brother, oh Brother
Dean sat beside Sam's hospital bed just as he had been for the past two weeks. The doctors said the chances of him waking were less and less as the days went on.
Dean wouldn't believe them.
"Come on Sammy," Dean was emotionally and physically exhausted, "Just wake up. I swear… I'll let you drive the car, I'll let you pick where we eat, hell," Dean smiled, "I'll eat my own socks. Just please man… wake up."
Exhaustion turned to sleep as half an hour went by and the elder brother collapsed half on the bed; his head rested against Sam's chest. He was awakened by something rubbing against his face.
"Sam…" Dean mumbled automatically; his eyes half closed.
"Dude, you need to shave," Sam's hoarse voice came out.
Dean half laughed and half sobbed as he sat up suddenly, "Sammy!"
Sam smiled, "Hey Dean."
"Oh man," Dean ran his hand over his face; trying feebly to stop the tears, "Welcome back little brother."
Sam stared weakly at his emotionally wracked brother, "You look like crap Dean."
"Right back at you."
Sam smiled mischievously, "You're going to look even worse after you eat your sock."
The End.