Supernatural drabble: Explosions in the Sky
Explosions in the Sky [Supernatural, Sam, Dean, gen, PG, 100 words, written for 100_ghosts challenge #12 - calm before the storm. Dedicated to a_fallen_sister.]
"You gotta go, Sammy."
"It'll be fine, Dean," he says, voice muffled by his pillow.
"It won't. You know it won't. You gotta go now."
"Dean, I'm tired, the bed's comfortable, and I just wanna sleep."
Dean groans. "It's coming," he says. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
Sam grunts in answer and presses his face further into the pillow.
And then-
It's explosive-loud, but that's not the worst of it.
The smell. The smell is awful.
Sam had forgotten - he's had four years to forget - what Dean is like after Mexican takeout.
He picks up his pillow and flees.
"You gotta go, Sammy."
"It'll be fine, Dean," he says, voice muffled by his pillow.
"It won't. You know it won't. You gotta go now."
"Dean, I'm tired, the bed's comfortable, and I just wanna sleep."
Dean groans. "It's coming," he says. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
Sam grunts in answer and presses his face further into the pillow.
And then-
It's explosive-loud, but that's not the worst of it.
The smell. The smell is awful.
Sam had forgotten - he's had four years to forget - what Dean is like after Mexican takeout.
He picks up his pillow and flees.