Fic: Celestial (Supernatural, Sam/Dean. 3/20, M)
Fic: Celestial
Author: Tina (sparkly_shiny)
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: T
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 300
Prompt: Word 3 (Bleed)
Notes: Written for the drabble123 community. From the prompt table: angst.
“Oh God, Dean, you’re bleeding,” Sam dropped to his knees as he clutched his brother. “Bad.”
Dean winced when his brother touched him, but he hid it by biting his lip and glancing down.
“Ah, it’s nothin’, Sammy. Just a scratch.” He managed a weak smile.
Sam cradled Dean’s head in his hands, choking back a sob as he did so. He couldn’t help but feel that this whole situation was his fault. If he’d gotten there sooner, better yet, if he hadn’t let Dean go on his own to take on the werewolf, none of this would have happened.
“I’m sorry,” he said in a low voice.
“Wh-what for?” Dean gulped, pain coursing through his veins as he tried to sit up.
“For what happened tonight, Dean,” Sam felt his eyes water. He tried to clear his throat. “I’m sorry for what I said at the hotel.”
“Forget about it, Sam,” Dean said as he slowly eased himself into a standing position, balancing himself by placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “It’s done now.”
He hated when Sam beat himself up over things he couldn’t control.
“Quit bein’ a baby and get us back to the hotel already,” Dean stated gruffly.
A sigh escaped Sam’s lips as he gently led his brother to the car. Once in, Dean moaned,
“Damn, that hurt like a bitch.”
“I’ll clean you up and get you in the shower,” Sam replied as he kept his eyes on the road.
“You need to eat, too.”
“Sounds good, Sammy,” a mischievous grin came over the older man’s face, and in a playful tone, he asked,
“You gonna join me in the shower?”
Sam sighed and shook his head.
“Dean….”
“What? I’m just sayin’, I might need some help, uh, getting clean…” He winked cockily.
Author: Tina (sparkly_shiny)
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: T
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 300
Prompt: Word 3 (Bleed)
Notes: Written for the drabble123 community. From the prompt table: angst.
“Oh God, Dean, you’re bleeding,” Sam dropped to his knees as he clutched his brother. “Bad.”
Dean winced when his brother touched him, but he hid it by biting his lip and glancing down.
“Ah, it’s nothin’, Sammy. Just a scratch.” He managed a weak smile.
Sam cradled Dean’s head in his hands, choking back a sob as he did so. He couldn’t help but feel that this whole situation was his fault. If he’d gotten there sooner, better yet, if he hadn’t let Dean go on his own to take on the werewolf, none of this would have happened.
“I’m sorry,” he said in a low voice.
“Wh-what for?” Dean gulped, pain coursing through his veins as he tried to sit up.
“For what happened tonight, Dean,” Sam felt his eyes water. He tried to clear his throat. “I’m sorry for what I said at the hotel.”
“Forget about it, Sam,” Dean said as he slowly eased himself into a standing position, balancing himself by placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “It’s done now.”
He hated when Sam beat himself up over things he couldn’t control.
“Quit bein’ a baby and get us back to the hotel already,” Dean stated gruffly.
A sigh escaped Sam’s lips as he gently led his brother to the car. Once in, Dean moaned,
“Damn, that hurt like a bitch.”
“I’ll clean you up and get you in the shower,” Sam replied as he kept his eyes on the road.
“You need to eat, too.”
“Sounds good, Sammy,” a mischievous grin came over the older man’s face, and in a playful tone, he asked,
“You gonna join me in the shower?”
Sam sighed and shook his head.
“Dean….”
“What? I’m just sayin’, I might need some help, uh, getting clean…” He winked cockily.