Noise… the noise was annoying… and it stopped. Ya… and started again. Dean grumbled something and the noise stopped again. And started again. Swinging his arm around, Dean found his phone and, opening his eyes, looked at the caller ID. Sam. “I hate you Sam” Dean said, and repeated it when he answered the call. “… hu,” that wasn’t Sam, but his brain was… “I’m sorry sir but, the owner of this phone, he’s just… not moving, like blocked, and err… we’re the Walmart in Brent, Alabama so, if you’re close, if you could come and get him. Or tell us what to do.” Dean didn’t answer. The words… they were escaping him… but Sam… something had happen to Sam. He should… “Sir?” Shouldn’t drink this much. Dean shook his head. It hurt but he seems capable to speak again. “Yeah, I’m coming.” Outside was too bright, too noisy and it went worse when he finally got into the supermarket. Until he saw his brother. It wasn’t a cold shower but it was really close. It was… it was… Dean straightened and walk toward Sam. Who didn’t move, barely blink, who breathed so softly he looked d… “Sam?” “He’s been like this since we called you. Is he gonna be okay?” Dean looked at the employee without seeing her, eyes quickly coming back on Sam, trying to decide what to do. “Motel.” “Sorry?” Dean looked once again at the employee. “It’s okay, I’ll take him back to our motel. Thanks for calling.” The woman frowned but he didn’t care, he had taken his brother hand in his own and Sam’s fingers had tighten slightly around his own. Dean took one step, pulling Sam, and Sam went. Like an automat, eyes still dull and not seeing. It was a slow affair, going back to the motel. Dean had to let go of Sam hand, passing his arm around his brother waist, his other hand on Sam’s shoulder. People stared, a cop even stopped them, but they made it to their room. Inside, Dean led them both to the closer bed, body too tired, mind too fuzzy, and laid them both on it, hugging his brother close. Later, they could deal with this later when they would wake up.
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Sam focused on the fabrics of Dean’s shirt. Right in front of his eyes, soft under his cheeks, smelling… well, not so good but home. Sleep, sleep was good, it would all make things better after.
Numb part 03
Noise… the noise was annoying… and it stopped. Ya… and started again. Dean grumbled something and the noise stopped again. And started again. Swinging his arm around, Dean found his phone and, opening his eyes, looked at the caller ID.
Sam.
“I hate you Sam” Dean said, and repeated it when he answered the call.
“… hu,” that wasn’t Sam, but his brain was… “I’m sorry sir but, the owner of this phone, he’s just… not moving, like blocked, and err… we’re the Walmart in Brent, Alabama so, if you’re close, if you could come and get him. Or tell us what to do.”
Dean didn’t answer. The words… they were escaping him… but Sam… something had happen to Sam. He should…
“Sir?”
Shouldn’t drink this much. Dean shook his head. It hurt but he seems capable to speak again. “Yeah, I’m coming.”
Outside was too bright, too noisy and it went worse when he finally got into the supermarket. Until he saw his brother. It wasn’t a cold shower but it was really close. It was… it was… Dean straightened and walk toward Sam. Who didn’t move, barely blink, who breathed so softly he looked d…
“Sam?”
“He’s been like this since we called you. Is he gonna be okay?”
Dean looked at the employee without seeing her, eyes quickly coming back on Sam, trying to decide what to do.
“Motel.”
“Sorry?”
Dean looked once again at the employee.
“It’s okay, I’ll take him back to our motel. Thanks for calling.”
The woman frowned but he didn’t care, he had taken his brother hand in his own and Sam’s fingers had tighten slightly around his own.
Dean took one step, pulling Sam, and Sam went. Like an automat, eyes still dull and not seeing.
It was a slow affair, going back to the motel. Dean had to let go of Sam hand, passing his arm around his brother waist, his other hand on Sam’s shoulder. People stared, a cop even stopped them, but they made it to their room. Inside, Dean led them both to the closer bed, body too tired, mind too fuzzy, and laid them both on it, hugging his brother close. Later, they could deal with this later when they would wake up.
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Sam focused on the fabrics of Dean’s shirt. Right in front of his eyes, soft under his cheeks, smelling… well, not so good but home. Sleep, sleep was good, it would all make things better after.
The end.
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