![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
withimpunityTitle: Not Thirsty
Pairing: None. Bobby, Sam
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Prompt: acid test for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_ghosts
Disclaimer: All your supernatural are belong to Kripke and Co. For entertainment purposes only.
Three months after Dean was taken, Sam shows up on his door step, hands stuffed into his jacket pockets, hair long and unkempt.
“Good to see you, Sam,” Bobby says, customarily grabbing two bottles out of the fridge, extending one to Sam.
“No thanks,” Sam replies, eyeing the bottle cautiously. “Not thirsty.”
Bobby’s lips fall into a thin, flat line. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t expected this. “God, kid. What did you do?”
“What I had to.” Sam blinks and glass shatters on the ground when Bobby notices the yellow in his eyes. “He‘s my brother, Bobby.”
Pairing: None. Bobby, Sam
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Prompt: acid test for
100_ghosts Disclaimer: All your supernatural are belong to Kripke and Co. For entertainment purposes only.
Three months after Dean was taken, Sam shows up on his door step, hands stuffed into his jacket pockets, hair long and unkempt.
“Good to see you, Sam,” Bobby says, customarily grabbing two bottles out of the fridge, extending one to Sam.
“No thanks,” Sam replies, eyeing the bottle cautiously. “Not thirsty.”
Bobby’s lips fall into a thin, flat line. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t expected this. “God, kid. What did you do?”
“What I had to.” Sam blinks and glass shatters on the ground when Bobby notices the yellow in his eyes. “He‘s my brother, Bobby.”
no subject
no subject
Date: 2008-03-17 06:15 pm (UTC)