Nothing to Console but to be Consoled

Jan 01, 2005 11:11

Disclaimer: Being the property of their respective copyright holders, Supernatural, its characters or any other publicly recognizable names don’t belong to me in any way, shape or form. This was written for the sole purpose of entertainment, not monetary gain. No copyright infringement is intended.
~ 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!

First Published: 04/01/2009

Summary:
Sam had long lost feeling in his legs but he didn’t care.

Prompt: lash

Spoilers: Season 4 spoilers for character appearance!

Sam had long lost feeling in his legs but he didn’t care, his sole focus on the kid lying sprawled in his lap, keeping him company, keeping him distracted. While Sam soothingly stroked his hair, talking for them both, he was barely clinging to consciousness. The clammy cold depleting what blood loss had left of the teenager’s reserves.

Dawn came slowly but the chill remained. Sam didn’t notice the paramedics before they eased the compliant body out of his grasp. Sudden fear lashed him into looking up. And he saw Castiel caressing the boy, whose lazily blinking eyes slipped closed.

The End
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fanfiction: supernatural, drabble, fanfiction

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