Supernatural drabble: "And Who Will Save Him?"
Not sure that I'm going to get any Supernatural caps done this week - sorry. It's been a long week, and I'm knackered! I drabbled in my tea-break though.
And Who Will Save Him? [Supernatural, Dean, Sam, gen, PG, 100 words. For 100_ghosts - prompt, Achilles' Heel. Spoilers for 2.20.]
Dean's sleeping now, little-boy-lost look even with eyes closed. Needle track in his neck still, dirty bruised eyelids like fallen winter leaves. Curled up fetal. Sam aches, watching him.
He wishes. That Dean could have that simple, happy life. That he didn't always have to be the hero. Do the right thing. Always with the right thing, no matter the cost. No matter how much it hurts him.
It saved him, brought him back to Sam. This time.
But next time.
Next time it just might kill him. And Sam can only pray. Beg. Heavenly Father, let me save him.
And Who Will Save Him? [Supernatural, Dean, Sam, gen, PG, 100 words. For 100_ghosts - prompt, Achilles' Heel. Spoilers for 2.20.]
Dean's sleeping now, little-boy-lost look even with eyes closed. Needle track in his neck still, dirty bruised eyelids like fallen winter leaves. Curled up fetal. Sam aches, watching him.
He wishes. That Dean could have that simple, happy life. That he didn't always have to be the hero. Do the right thing. Always with the right thing, no matter the cost. No matter how much it hurts him.
It saved him, brought him back to Sam. This time.
But next time.
Next time it just might kill him. And Sam can only pray. Beg. Heavenly Father, let me save him.