Hiatus of Dean Love: prompts post

[smilla02]

Hiatus of Dean Love, take two: prompts post

Welcome to the spn_rambleon Hiatus of Dean Love prompt post!

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[mad_server]

Um! I just posted a fill for your #2, but then I looked back at the first version and was like, "Hey! Better than it seemed while I was writing it." So I'mma just post that other version here for your amusement.

Sam's face is big and frowny. It looms over Dean, that big forehead, all those furrows curvy and deep. You could plant seeds in those.

"Hey," Sam says, and Dean drags his gaze down to the big clear eyes. They're warm and round and pissed off. "You said you didn't hit your head that hard."

Dean looks past Sam to the ceiling, which is very far away and very bright. He squints and knuckles his eyes. "Garden face," he croaks, and registers the gentle squeeze of Sam's long fingers on his shoulder. "We doin' flowers or vegetables?"

Sam's huge, cool palm settles over his forehead. Dean lets out a sigh, startles as he hears accidental vocalization.

"Wow," Sam says, threading his fingers through Dean's hair. His hand settles over the goose egg behind Dean's ear, cupping it briefly, and then disappears. "What was in that shot?"

"Just the flu vaccine, sir," says a low female voice.

"Oh," Sam replies, and Dean opens his eyes, disoriented and embarrassed as Sam goes on. There are ladders built into the wall, and a flood of murmurs, and the squeaking of a lot of shoes against a slick floor. He sits up all of a sudden. It's kids in a gym. He's on a cot.

"Dean," Sam says, instantly splaying a hand across his back. "Hey. It's okay, man. You're all good."

Dean looks at Sam's grey suit, his deep green tie. There's a thread loose. He wants to pick it out, but his hands are busy propping him up. As he thinks about what to do, the world disappears in spots the exact shade of Sam's jacket.

:::

Something cool is in his ear and he shakes his head, bats at whatever it is.

"Dean," Sam's saying. "Cut it out."

"I'm okay," Dean manages around a thick tongue. He opens his eyes to Sam's tie dangling in his face as Sam leans over him to pass something across.

"What do you think?" Sam asks the nurse, who's considering a thermometer with professional detachment. "Not too bad, right?"

She looks at him, then at Dean along her pointy nose. "Hi, Speedy," she greets him with a warm, amused smile. "You've got a bit of a fever, but like I was just saying to your partner here, you're gonna be fine. Rest," she says, and peels a plastic-wrapped straw off of a juice box. "Fluids." She pokes the sharp end of the straw through the tiny foil hole and purple liquid rises halfway up the tube, then slinks back down. "And don't go anywhere just yet. I'm not done with you."

So Sam helps Dean ease upright on the cot, and they sit side by side on it, boots planted on the floor, watching a herd of anxious schoolchildren get their shots. Dean sucks the juice box dry and then plays with the accordion straw, holds it up to his ear to hear the tiny pops as each fold snaps into place.

"This is a waste of time," Dean says as soon as his head stops spinning. "Let's take off."

Sam swats at his knee. "We'll get in trouble."

Dean passes Sam the car key. Sam takes it and they go.

[prufrock_26]

I feel so lucky. *Two* fills? You're way awesome.

This one is absolutely lovely, too: solemn, worried garden-face Sammy and disoriented, fainty Dean in a big squeaky-floored gym, and that gorgeous old juice box. And Dean scaring himself with "accidental vocalization," and Sam threading his fingers through Dean's hair, AGH. Also: I am forever dead with the UTTER CUTENESS that is Dean holding that straw up to his ear to listen to it pop.

Oh, and? I totally did *exactly* this when I got a flu shot a couple of years ago. Except no juice box. :'( This fill makes me feel infinitely better about it.

[mad_server]

Oh no, passing out after a shot is not the way to do it, silly! :( That must not have been fun.

I was going to say that Sam's fingers/Dean's hair might be an OTP for me, but then I realized it would be Sam's fingers and Dean's forehead, and now that I'm saying that, Castiel's fingers would be just as awesome, so hmmm. I'd better think on that. But yes! I love that you picked things out, and that it was those things. ♥ ♥

Thanks for the fabulous prompt, and for the lovin'!

[prufrock_26]

Not too much fun, no. :( I was surrounded by younger siblings who were somewhat less concerned than Sam.

Can we just agree that Friendly Hands/Dean's head is a pretty good pairing, all round? I think that is the neatest way to resolve this quandary. (Because, y'know, if we just limit it to Sam and Castiel, then we're leaving out people like, say, that preacher in Faith. And that would never do.)