Definitely Not Fine
E/O Challenge: Bill/Flag - 200 words on the dot!
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Dean sways on his feet as Sam takes in his appearance. Pale. Sweaty. Exhausted. His vacant stare tells Sam he is still struggling with the memories that damn spirit conjured up.
"Sit down before you face plant."
Sam readies himself for the typical rhetoric of 'I'm fine, it's nothing, mother hen' so it instantly raises a red flag and blaring alarm when he hears none of those things.
He leads his brother effortlessly until they stand beside the bed.
"Dean? You with me?"
As he eases the jacket off Dean's shoulders, his brother looks to him with pain filled eyes.
"Just wanna forget…"
Sam gulps. Make that several red flags. Definitely not fine.
"I know. Get some sleep, I'll grab us some grub and supplies."
Sam opens the door to an empty room. Shit.
He grabs his phone on the first ring.
"Dean? Where the hell are you?"
"Is this Sam?"
"Yeah, who's this? Where's my brother?"
"Name's Bill. You better come get him."
"He in trouble?"
"S..S..S'mmy! That you?"
"M'asted … m'good… memriesss… gone…"
"Okay man, be right there."
"M'glad yer… not dead…"
Damn it. Definitely not fine.
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