Opposite of Fear
Disclaimer: I don't own "Supernatural", sadly, but the boys are such a treat to play with…
A/N: My gratitude goes out to my awesome beta twinchaosblade who makes sense of my stuff, even if I don't.
A/N 2: Response to the Drabble Challenge by Enkidu07 and Onyx Moonbeam
All fellow players can be looked up on Enkidu07's profile page (the many, many names finally exceeded the drabble word count, hehe).
I am looking after the kid. Dammit, Mr. I'm-a-natural-and-all's-gonna-be-smooth Dean Winchester going into a cracker factory undercover... Natural and smooth, my ass!
Why did I call the guys with the straight jacket?! I voted against this stupid, friggin' plan to begin with.
"He's my nephew," I snarl at the orderly.
When I see Dean through the small window, it makes me nauseous. He's staring at the ceiling, strapped to the bed with thick leather restraints at his hands and feet, and another one fastened across his torso. They sedated him to the gills once he started fighting back in earnest.
A/N 3: Happy Birthday, Enkidu! I hope you liked this present, even though restrained Dean in a mental hospital might be more of my sick fantasy than yours. ;-)