Guess what day it is? Comment-fic day!
Once again, it's everyone's favourite day in Supernatural: May 2nd! You know what that means, right? Time to hurt Sam! ;)
You know the drill, right? Allow me to post a refresher:
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You know the drill, right? Allow me to post a refresher:
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A stupid toothbrush.
All Sam wants is a stupid toothbrush. It doesn’t matter what brand or what color, he just wants to brush his teeth. Is that too much to ask?
When he went digging around in his duffel looking for the damn thing he realized he must have left it in Oklahoma. Of course he figures he’s allowed some forgetfulness after recent events. Sam shivers and pulls his jacket closer around him as he browses through the small convenience store.
It's about 2:31 in the morning; the cold air is leeching through the poorly sealed barriers in the store making the room as cold as ice. His thin jacket is doing little in keeping him warm. Sadly though, his heavier winter coat is in the Impala.
Impala. Pain ratchets up in his heart just thinking about the muscle car. Sam shakes his head of the saddening thoughts; he doesn't want to freak out in the middle of the store. Maybe he will buy a bottle of jack to go with the toothbrush and silently grieve in his motel room ( ... )
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“Is this really happening?” Sam asks incredulously.
“Afraid so man.” Dean whispers back. Sam watches Dean's reactions to gage what to do next, despite not seeing each other for a while Sam is still tuned into Dean's cues.
“Stay low and come on.” Dean whispers harshly, ducking behind the shelves and dragging Sam along with him. Sam follows behind Dean planning to back him up on whatever he decides to do.
Dean's boot scuffs the linoleum floor which draws the gunman’s attention away from the shaken man at the counter to Sam and Dean trying to surprise him from his blind side.
“Hey!” The gunman screams swinging his gun in their direction. At Dean.Sam doesn’t even need to think, he just knows if one of them is dying tonight, it sure as hell isn’t going to be Dean. Sam pushes his brother out of the way and winces as Dean's head connects with the ground harshly. Within seconds Sam feels a force ( ... )
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“Easy man. Take it easy.”
Dean?
“You should be feeling nice and high right now. They pumped you full of the good stuff man.”
Good stuff? Sam really wants someone to explain what the hell is going on. “D'n?”
“I'm here Sam.” Sam feels the bed shift under him as a heavy weight settles on his left side. It makes him feel good inside, knowing that Dean isn't mad enough to leave Sam in the hospital alone. It's more than he feels he has the right to ask for.
“What the hell were you thinking anyway?”
I spoke too soon. Sam thinks, misery beginning to fill his heart. He hesitantly flutters open his eyes and breathes a sigh of relief at noting the light is turned off. He is scared he's going see pure hatred in his brother’s eyes when he focuses on him, maybe even disgust or worse of all disappointment. But all he sees in Dean's deep green eyes is ( ... )
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OH. SOMEONE CLAIMED IT
OHITHASBEENFILLED!!!!!
you have made me so happy.
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