E/O drabble: touch

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|AN: Yay!!! One hundred words on the dot! Thanks for reading.


Sam was presently acting as a distraction so Dean could burn the locket keeping the angry spirit here.

As soon as the fire touched the locket, she screamed and flung Sam into the bookcase. His head connected with a marble bust of Beethoven.

Dean ran to him and turned him onto his back. A large gash marred Sam's forehead and blood trickled down the side of his face. His eyes were glassy and Dean knew he had a concussion. His touch was feather light as he ran his fingers lightly over the already bruised and swelling side of Sam's face.