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A/N: Sorry it took so long to post this one. I've had some major exams. Took time. This was written in a rush. Happy Birthday Enkidu!
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Challenge Word: Nausea/ous/ing/ed
The smell of vomit penetrated his unconscious, permeating the room. It was nauseating. It stirred his thoughts. There was something familiar about it. Something that alerted him to the real world, beyond dreams.
His eyes fluttered. Someone crying, so close to him. So much pain, it was more prominent than the smell. Eyes opening, met by darkness. But he didn't need to see. It was the same every night. Climbing out of bed, he crept over to the one occupying the other bed. Gently placing a soothing hand on his shoulder blade, Sam whispered, "It's okay, Dean. You're safe now."
A/N: I hope it was still all right?