Characters: Sam and Dean (Gen, Drabble)
Summary: Sometimes Dean needs comforting too.
Author's Notes: Happy birthday to fiddleyoumust! I hope this is what you were looking for, Jules, and that it makes you smile.
Also for 100_ghosts, this is "Face The Music."
"I feel sick," Dean muttered.
Sam squeezed his shoulder softly. "I know, but it'll be okay. You'll see."
Dean lurched to his feet. "I can't believe I did that! We should've just walked to the diner."
"It happens, Dean."
"I crashed my baby into a mailbox in the snow, Sammy! You saw that left fender—it's crap now."
"And it's drivable, if you bang it out a few inches. We can hustle enough for the repairs or take it to Bobby's, your choice."
"Okay," Dean sighed. "I guess I'll live."
Sam steered him toward a chair. And so will she.
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