Get Well soon Kim, I hope you're all better before too long and here's a bit of tired, poorly Sammy to hopefully cheer ya up. Oh and the challenge word is Worn.
The witch's curse had promised the death of a child before midnight so they had gone in despite Sam's spiralling temperature and Dean's broken ribs.
She had been a total bitch and kicked the crap out of the pair of them but none of that mattered as Sam sat in the Impala with the sleeping child safe in his arms.
Exhaustion was overwhelming him though and he was grateful as Dean held the worn blanket for him to snuggle beneath its dusty familiarity.
He leaned against the solid surety of his brother as sleep and safety embraced him at last.
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