[fic] Peace When You Are Done

[notworthy]

Peace When You Are Done
G, 146 words
Supernatural- Dean and Sam
For getaway_machine, based off her icon. Title stolen from 'Carry On My Wayward Son'. Spoilers for 'In My Time of Dying'.


By the time they make it back to the motel, Dean’s so exhausted that he can barely stand. Not that he would admit to that, not anymore. Before, he would complain about it until the only thing Sam did was roll his eyes and let him grab the shower first.

Now though, Dean would just quietly take it all, his own burden to bear. It made Sam feel useless- it was Dean’s way of dealing, and it was so similar to their Dad’s- put everything he had into hunting- and Sam had no clue as to what to do to help.

One day at a time, Jess would have said.

Sam eased his brother into the bed, ignoring Dean’s half hearted protests. “You aren’t hurt, and the shower can wait until the morning. Get some damn sleep.”

Dean falls asleep with a protest on his lips.