Supernatural Drabbles: Song #56, Jog, Brother

[kat_lair]

I promised frikatilhi some birthday drabbles. Her prompts can be found under the cuts, but I sort of went into some strange directions with them. Hope you enjoy anyway, darling!

Supernatural | Gen | PG

Song #56
(prompts: Stanford era, birthday)

Sam comes down from the stage, wobbly-kneed and sweating. That was possibly the worst thing he has ever done, including all the times he’s spent covered in demon intestines.

At the table Jess hides her face in mortification. “You are so drunk,” she says.

“Sure am.” Unfortunately he isn’t.

“Seriously? Bonnie Tyler?”

Sam shrugs, scanning the crowd surreptitiously. “She sings my pain,” he deadpans, spotting a familiar leather jacket just before it slips through the fire exit. Somewhere nearby Dean is probably pissing his pants laughing.

Giving presents is difficult when you’re not officially talking, but Sam’s good at improvising.

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Supernatural | Gen or implied Dean/Sam | PG


Jog
(prompt: working out)

 

Dean wakes up to a splitting headache and an empty room. He swallows down bile and panic, already pulling on his boots when Sam walks in.

Dean’s not fast enough with his expression and knows Sam catches the relief. 

“Went running,” Sam says, pressing a hand to his side. There’s a smear of something red under it.

“Jesus, you stupid? Those stitches are barely two days old!” 

Sam actually looks contrite. “Couldn’t sleep,” he offers, stripping his shirt off.

“Next time, just wake me.” Dean wipes blood off warm skin and pretends his hands aren’t shaking. “Could use the exercise.”

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Supernatural | Gen | PG


Brother
(prompt: wee!chesters having a fight)

 

“Da-a-ad!” Sam’s voice is high-pitched and whiny. 

John glances at the mirror, sees a flurry of hands, the back-seat overtaken by a slap-fight.

“Dean says the witches are going to eat my brains!” 

“They could,” John concedes, changing gears. He has a policy of truth about these things. Sam looks genuinely worried and Dean’s smug expression is already sliding into remorse. “But they won’t.”

“Why not?” 

“Because your brother won’t let them.”

Dean grins, bright and affectionate, grabbing his little brother into a noogie. “That’s right kiddo.”

Sam squeaks indignantly, pushing to get away, but laughing too hard to manage.

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PS. hugemind, you’ll get yours tomorrow!