L for Loopy
Prompt Word: Loopy
Author: Oureleventhhour
I'll Take Care of You 'verse
Summary: Sam's on some new meds.
Sam was mindlessly watching television, sock-clad feet resting on the coffee table. His gaze left the TV and settled on his socks. Wriggling his toes, Sam tilted his head slightly to the side---
"You look like a dog." Dean commented beside him. Sam turned to look at him, shrugging.
"And you look like a lawn gnome." Sam smiled, "Short. That's what you are."
Dean hid a laugh behind a cup of coffee. The doctors had changed a couple of Sam's medications, giving him stronger stuff so maybe his nightmares would quit being so intense. He was pretty damn sure the nightmares weren't going to tone down, but the medication was also supposed to make Sam sleep more. Sammy hadn't been getting much sleep lately, being the insomniac that he is. Dean had a feeling Sam wasn't aware that Dean knew about his late night strolls along the second floor.
"Nope," Dean shook his head, "I'm not short. You're just massive. Kinda like a moose or something."
Sam scrunched up his nose, "What's with the animal comparisons?" The next sentences that came out of his mouth made Dean smirk, reminding him of a seven year old little brother, "And, Dean, I'm not a moose. Or a dog."
"'Course not, Sasquatch."
Sam's attention drifted back to his wriggling toes, "Huh, they're still doin' that."
"What?"
"My toes. Still wriggling."
Dean raised an eyebrow, wishing he had a video camera to black mail his brother with later. "Dude, you're on some good drugs."
Sam shook his head, "Don't like 'em that much."
"And why's that?"
The youngest Winchester flopped his head onto the back of the couch before replying, "Makes everything...fuzzy. Kind of hard to piece things together. Ya know?"
Dean hesitated, "You like the other medication better?" At Sam's nod Dean continued, "Doc says you'll get used to these Sammy, remember? When we went to pick up the prescriptions? He talked to us and said it'd take a few days but you wouldn't be so loopy anymore. It's supposed to help with the nightmares and the sleep issues."
For a brief second Dean thought he was going to get a coherent answer, but Sam just smirked, "You're still short. Like a lawn gnome."
Author: Oureleventhhour
I'll Take Care of You 'verse
Summary: Sam's on some new meds.
Sam was mindlessly watching television, sock-clad feet resting on the coffee table. His gaze left the TV and settled on his socks. Wriggling his toes, Sam tilted his head slightly to the side---
"You look like a dog." Dean commented beside him. Sam turned to look at him, shrugging.
"And you look like a lawn gnome." Sam smiled, "Short. That's what you are."
Dean hid a laugh behind a cup of coffee. The doctors had changed a couple of Sam's medications, giving him stronger stuff so maybe his nightmares would quit being so intense. He was pretty damn sure the nightmares weren't going to tone down, but the medication was also supposed to make Sam sleep more. Sammy hadn't been getting much sleep lately, being the insomniac that he is. Dean had a feeling Sam wasn't aware that Dean knew about his late night strolls along the second floor.
"Nope," Dean shook his head, "I'm not short. You're just massive. Kinda like a moose or something."
Sam scrunched up his nose, "What's with the animal comparisons?" The next sentences that came out of his mouth made Dean smirk, reminding him of a seven year old little brother, "And, Dean, I'm not a moose. Or a dog."
"'Course not, Sasquatch."
Sam's attention drifted back to his wriggling toes, "Huh, they're still doin' that."
"What?"
"My toes. Still wriggling."
Dean raised an eyebrow, wishing he had a video camera to black mail his brother with later. "Dude, you're on some good drugs."
Sam shook his head, "Don't like 'em that much."
"And why's that?"
The youngest Winchester flopped his head onto the back of the couch before replying, "Makes everything...fuzzy. Kind of hard to piece things together. Ya know?"
Dean hesitated, "You like the other medication better?" At Sam's nod Dean continued, "Doc says you'll get used to these Sammy, remember? When we went to pick up the prescriptions? He talked to us and said it'd take a few days but you wouldn't be so loopy anymore. It's supposed to help with the nightmares and the sleep issues."
For a brief second Dean thought he was going to get a coherent answer, but Sam just smirked, "You're still short. Like a lawn gnome."