Author: Mad Server
Characters: Dean, Sam
Word Count: 100, on the nose
Summary: Dean gets banged up.
A/N: This is for you, Enkidu07!! Wishing you a ridiculously happy birthday... one that rolls your socks up and down, rocks you like a hurricane, and gives you tunnel vision of the h/c variety! E/O Challenge, prompt word: "nausea."
Disclaimer: I don't own these guys.
Vengeful spirit, haunted high school. The boys split up. Showtime.
When it's all over, Sam finds Dean in the locker room, on the floor, white-faced but breathing. There's blood and broken glass - the mirror - everywhere.
Sam heaves Dean up. Bleary blinks and stumble-trip-clunk and Dean tries to grab Sam's arms but flinches back and Sam sees his hands are full of shards.
"Hey. Easy," Sam soothes.
Dean shivers, looking wild-eyed and nauseous. Stares at his palms.
"I got you."
Fifteen stitches; rib tape; three hours with tweezers. A dislocated finger. Concussion.
Bed, and Dean drifts.
"School's out for the summer..."