Author's Note #1: I've had this done for quite some time now and have gone back and forth a million times as to whether or not I like it, or if it's any good. I've read, and re-read it even more times, I even had a title for the darn thing. So I figured what the heck, let's throw it out there.
Author's Note #2: Missing scene from 8.13, "Everybody Hates Hitler."
Searing pain receded and consciousness returned with a jolt.
"Sammy, relax, I gotcha." Dean held his brother down as he breathed out a sigh of relief.
Sam nodded, sliding back to the floor in a heap. "'m good."
"Yeah, you look it," Dean drawled, pulling out his flask. "Gotta be sure."
"This might sting," he added quietly.
"Ya get'em?" Sam hissed out as the holy water hit his neck, bubbling furiously before running clear.
"Gumby did, actually. Undead, Nazi, zombie freak is re-dead."
Sam's eyes slid warningly to the Golem, then back to Dean.
"What? Dude, I'm totally charming."
Sam quirked an incredulous eyebrow at his brother.
"Fine, I'll play nice with the creature that makes you look like a midget."
Sam stood with a groan. "Still taller 'an you." He squeezed his eyes shut as he swayed, grabbing onto Dean as the world spun.
"Dammit, being dead—almost dead—sucks."
Dean tightened his grip as Sam steadied himself. He ducked his head, catching his brother's gaze with a pointed look. "Let's not do that again. Ever."
Sam nodded, the fear of losing each other—again—reflected back in his brother's eyes.
"Good." Dean slapped Sam's shoulder. "Let's go roast ourselves a zombie."