THE BEASTIE IN THE NESS
Sam is forgiven ... or is he?
"I could g-get pneumonia;" Dean huffed melodramatically flinging the duckweed to the floor with a wet splat, and kicking his saturated boots off .
Sam shrugged, "look man; I'm sorry okay?"
Dean grunted ingraciously, the shivers racking his soaked body disguising a petulant shrug.
Sam sighed; "Dean, when you went under …" he dropped his eyes and Dean realised this had been hard on Sam too.
His face softened, "Sammy ..."
Sam smiled; "… it's just that, um, when you went under …" he paused again, taking a deep breath; "… did you see it?"
He ducked as Dean's boot flew past his head.