E/O Challenge: Feel
Keeping these to 100 words was tough this go-round! Enjoy the two drabbles below, one for each birthday!
Happy Birthday CiZiwejes!
Sam tentatively reached down to feel the bandage covering his stomach wound.
His first hunt-related wound that would eventually become his first post-hunt scar.
He'd seen the scars adorning his father and brother's bodies and, despite Dean's insistence that "chicks dig scars," he never envied any of them. Not a one.
Scars meant injuries, hurts, near-death misses … and he wanted no part of it.
He looked to the nearby chairs that held his sleeping family. Worried, neither had left his side since he was admitted to the hospital.
More scars all around … only these would be inside ones.
Happy Birthday DeanGirl1!
Everything hurt. In every way. Physically, mentally, emotionally, psychologically. He hurt on levels shrinks probably didn't have a classification for.
"I wish I couldn't feel anything, Sammy. I wish I couldn't feel a damn thing."
Sitting by the road, confessing what had transpired in Hell, Dean finally let the tears fall.
No more game face. No brave front. Didn't have it in him.
The silence, while thick and heavy, was welcomed. He sensed Sam beside him, radiating support, understanding, love. And Dean took it in.
The time to talk further would come, he knew. But for now, this would do.