Dean huffed but reached for the medication, the pain beginning to overwhelm. The pills, as if eager to begin their job, began to dissolve the minute they hit his tongue. He grimaced and washed away the powdery, white residue with a sip of water from the glass Sam handed him. He handed the glass back. "Happy?"

"Ecstatic. And so will you be when you're no longer in excruciating pain." Sam offered up a grin to counteract Dean's scowl.

It didn't take long. The cottony feeling and white noise invaded Dean's head, set him adrift. The pain winked out. "Thanks, Sammy."

Fin