Fake Fills
Two parody fics, also from meme.
Sam crawled up the hill wearily. Throwing himself down the dirt road just wasn't cutting it anymore. The bruises that covered his hips and shoulders barely even hurt most of the time, and there was no way his fingers were broken, no matter what the grocery cashier said.
Although, yeah, his hand was kind of black from carrying the groceries home, since Dean was out drinking again.
But gravel or no, Lucifer still stared back at him. So sam had resorted to--stronger measures. The grassy side of the hill, which had just been mowed.
By the time he got back up, his knees were blistered from the touch of grass pollen, and both hands were swollen. The shirt had pushed up on the way down the hill, and hives covered his back and belly. His eyes burned, and it was getting hard to see. (Somehow, Lucifer was still perfectly visible. Maybe THAT meant he wasn't real.) And Sam could hardly breath for sneezing.
"Come on, Sam," Dean said. "Let's go get a puppy."
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The first time Sam fainted, Dean brought him around, shoved some water and soda down his throat, and ordered him to eat more. The second time, six days later, Dean dragged him to a doctor.
While there, his brother admitted to a lot of stomach pain, so the doctor ordered a CT scan of his abdomen. When Sam protested the cost, the order was changed to a less expensive ultrasound. And when the ultrasound technician looked at the screen, she stormed right out of the room, yelling, "Janet, you asshole! How the hell did you set this up?"
Sam looked at the screen. He'd seen ultrasound baby pictures before, he knew exactly what he was looking at. He just couldn't imagine what it had to do with him, until he remembered a crank phone call he'd gotten a few weeks earlier...
Sam crawled up the hill wearily. Throwing himself down the dirt road just wasn't cutting it anymore. The bruises that covered his hips and shoulders barely even hurt most of the time, and there was no way his fingers were broken, no matter what the grocery cashier said.
Although, yeah, his hand was kind of black from carrying the groceries home, since Dean was out drinking again.
But gravel or no, Lucifer still stared back at him. So sam had resorted to--stronger measures. The grassy side of the hill, which had just been mowed.
By the time he got back up, his knees were blistered from the touch of grass pollen, and both hands were swollen. The shirt had pushed up on the way down the hill, and hives covered his back and belly. His eyes burned, and it was getting hard to see. (Somehow, Lucifer was still perfectly visible. Maybe THAT meant he wasn't real.) And Sam could hardly breath for sneezing.
"Come on, Sam," Dean said. "Let's go get a puppy."
*********
The first time Sam fainted, Dean brought him around, shoved some water and soda down his throat, and ordered him to eat more. The second time, six days later, Dean dragged him to a doctor.
While there, his brother admitted to a lot of stomach pain, so the doctor ordered a CT scan of his abdomen. When Sam protested the cost, the order was changed to a less expensive ultrasound. And when the ultrasound technician looked at the screen, she stormed right out of the room, yelling, "Janet, you asshole! How the hell did you set this up?"
Sam looked at the screen. He'd seen ultrasound baby pictures before, he knew exactly what he was looking at. He just couldn't imagine what it had to do with him, until he remembered a crank phone call he'd gotten a few weeks earlier...