Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Sam and Dean (Gen)
Rating: PG
Summary: A little post-"Mystery Spot" humor and angst.
Author's Notes: Happy Birthday

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"Ow! Get off me, Gigantor—what're you doing?"
"I'm protecting you! That car was way too close."
"We're on the grass, behind a curb and everything, Sam. Think you might be overreacting?"
"No." Sam helps Dean up, trying to hide a pout.
"It's all right, Sammy," Dean says softly. Sam hasn't told him everything the Trickster did, but it changed him. Dean understands— his response to Sam dying pretty much trumps anything Sam's done yet.
"You okay?" Sam sounds apologetic.
"Yeah." I think you broke a rib. "Want some ice cream?"
"Sure!"
Can't protect you much longer, but I'll try…
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