Happy Birthday, Supernoodle!
Word Count: 100 on the nose. Boo-yah!
Hmm, exclamation point abuse. Oh, well…
Summary: E/O CHALLENGE. DRABBLE WORD: NUMB. Hurt!Dean and Frantic!Sam. No spoilers, just two moments in time with the Winchester brothers. Two unrelated drabbles.
A/N: This one is more serious; the second one is comical. There are many more of us and we're all good. If you want to join or see a list of the usual suspects please go to Enkidu07 or Onyx Moonbeam's profile for further details.
Disclaimer: This is for fun, not profit. I don't own the boys. Eric does.
"Got his sorry ass…" Dean rumbles. His clothes are torn; skin's ripped, bloody, but the bastard black dog is dead.
Dean collapses into the snow a moment later, a puppet with cut strings.
No heartsounds. No breath.
Sam's hands go numb from cold and exertion, but he pounds at Dean's stubborn heart, breathes for his silent brother.
"Didn't ask you to step in front of me!" Sam rages between breaths. "Didn't ask you to! Come on, Dean, come on!"
Dean finally pulls in a breath, a long hitching wheeze that rattles his lungs.
It's the sweetest sound Sam's ever heard.