Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Word count: 535
Summary: Returning from a hunt, Dean just wants to sleep, while Sam has the giggles and who thought it was a good idea to let him drive anyway? A bit of silliness for Whumptober prompt #23: What’s A Whumpee Got To Do To Get Some Sleep Around Here?
A/N: I had big plans to write some proper whumpy sleep deprivation torture stuff for this prompt but this is what my brain came up with instead lol
Ode To Sleep
Around 2am, things start going fuzzy and for once, Dean’s thankful to have Sam at the wheel. His eyes are burning, head drooping. The shadows at the edge of the road seem to creep closer.
“Dean, stay awake.”
Sam prods Dean in the ribs and Dean flinches.
“Stop it,” he snaps.
“I don’t want to carry you to the room.”
Sam glances over at him for a moment, eyes intense. Dean glares back and wishes his little brother were actually in focus.
“Dean, if you fall asleep, I will take you to the hospital.”
A low blow. It’s just a few cuts and bruises, nothing dangerous. Nothing they can’t handle. But it was a long night and Dean’s flagging, while Sam’s exhaustion manifests in an almost manic way.
“No, you won’t.”
“Yeah? And how would you stop me, Dean? You’d be unconscious.”