Pain in the…
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~ Oh my, would the boys be in trouble if I had a say... Just one word: SFTCOL(AR)S
A/N: Response to Enkidu07 and the gang’s Drabble Challenge. Thanks for letting me participate.
~ And muchísimas gracias to my twin sister twinchy for the beta!
A/N 2: Sorry for missing out on last week’s drabbles. I’ve been stuck at Dublin Airport honing my sleep deprivation skills.
First Published: 07/12/2008
Summary:
Immediately there was a strong hand on his shoulder, effectively halting the younger brother’s movements.
Prompt: keen (with a bonus of ‘belly’)
Sam groaned noisily, trying to shift enough to find a more comfortable position. Immediately there was a strong hand on his shoulder, effectively halting the younger brother’s movements.
“Eeeeasy,” Dean’s voice soothed, “lie still or you might pull your stitches.”
“Man, I’m not very keen on staying in this position. You know I hate having to lie on my belly,” Sam whined.
Beside him Dean chuckled. “Wasn’t my fault the spook rammed your shovel where the sun don’t shine, Sammy.” Despite feeling bad for his little brother, he had a hard time keeping his amusement in check at the memory.
The End
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~ Oh my, would the boys be in trouble if I had a say... Just one word: SFTCOL(AR)S
A/N: Response to Enkidu07 and the gang’s Drabble Challenge. Thanks for letting me participate.
~ And muchísimas gracias to my twin sister twinchy for the beta!
A/N 2: Sorry for missing out on last week’s drabbles. I’ve been stuck at Dublin Airport honing my sleep deprivation skills.
First Published: 07/12/2008
Summary:
Immediately there was a strong hand on his shoulder, effectively halting the younger brother’s movements.
Prompt: keen (with a bonus of ‘belly’)
Sam groaned noisily, trying to shift enough to find a more comfortable position. Immediately there was a strong hand on his shoulder, effectively halting the younger brother’s movements.
“Eeeeasy,” Dean’s voice soothed, “lie still or you might pull your stitches.”
“Man, I’m not very keen on staying in this position. You know I hate having to lie on my belly,” Sam whined.
Beside him Dean chuckled. “Wasn’t my fault the spook rammed your shovel where the sun don’t shine, Sammy.” Despite feeling bad for his little brother, he had a hard time keeping his amusement in check at the memory.
The End
.