Summary: E/O CHALLENGE. Drabble word: well. This is the aftermath of a hunt gone bad. Totally shameless. Hurt!Dean and guilty!Sam.

Word Count: 100 on the nose.

A/N: Wincest? I don't think so, but it's your choice.

Sam doesn't know whether to shake Dean or kiss him, like that prince did in the fairy tales.

Sam wants Dean to wake up.

Right the hell NOW.

It's been fifteen days since the witch hunt gone bad. Fifteen days since Dean pushed Sam out of the way.

Sam sits and sleeps by Dean's bedside. He wants Dean awake, alive and well and irritating as hell. Instead, Dean's pale and quiet. Too quiet.

My fault, Sam thinks to himself. Dad's fault.

Sam doesn't blame Dean.

On day twenty seven moss green eyes blink open.

"Q-quit starin' at m-me, you perv."