This is a ficlet from the
hoodie-time comment-fic meme.
Prompt: Dean's a chronic fainter. Sam's got his back. In a schmoopy, overprotective kinda way. ;-)
It's hot, but not that hot.
"Dean."
He's paper white. Sam glances around, wondering what it was.
"Dean. Hey, hey. Head between the knees."
Dean swallows thickly and Sam's up and around the table, guiding Dean's wet scalp forward and down.
"Shh-sh-shh. You're OK."
Sam stares at their waiter, who's back with their drinks. "Just the check."
He finds it in the menu: rabbit burger.
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Roadkill's a problem, but only when Dean spots those long, undeniable ears.
"Pull over, man. Shit. Dean. Pull over."
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It's better if Sam's there when he wakes up, watches him peel the soggy rag off his forehead. He'll grunt and blink and try to get up too fast, but Sam will soothe him back down with the sound of his voice. When he's ready, Sam feeds him soda crackers and gingerale. The sugar helps.
If he wakes up alone, he's not himself. Sometimes for days.
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As far as Sam knows, they never had a pet bunny.