Supernatural 100 Drabble Challenge
Prompt Word: OIL
Word Count: 300

Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Supernatural. I'm just having a bit of fun with the characters.

BLOOD AND OIL

By: Vanessa Sgroi

Hearing a distant thunderous bellow, Sam dropped the book he was reading and raced toward the garage. His heart was in his throat knowing that Dean had been out there tinkering. Clearing the door, his eyes scanned the cavernous space for his brother. His heart stuttered when he spied Dean flat out on the floor, seemingly unconscious and bloody.

"Oh God. Dean!" He rushed forward and dropped to his knees, hands immediately searching wounds and applying pressure. "You're gonna be okay. I got ya, I got ya, I got ya..." Everything else faded away as he concentrated on saving his older sibling. Panic spiked when Dean began to convulse beneath his hands. "No!"

"Sam..."

"Ssshhh! You're gonna be okay."

"Sam..."

"No! I'm not gonna let you die. Not again."

"SAM! It's okay! I'M OKAY."

Awareness snapped back into place. Sam frowned. "Dean? The b-b-blood..."

"It's not blood. It's oil."

It took a second for the words to penetrate. "Oil?" Sam raised his hands, peering at the viscous fluid covering them. "Oil." He realized that the convulsing he'd felt beneath his hands had been Dean laughing. He reeled back.

"You JERK! I was terrified you were dying and you were LAUGHING at me."

Dean raised a hand and pushed upright. "No! No, not at YOU, Sam. At the car..." Dean pointed to one of the many old cars in the bunker's garage. "That car right there. It hates me. Every time I go near it, something weird happens. So I was checking it over, you know. And then suddenly—KABOOM! It was like one big giant fart! You should've seen it, Sam!"

Sam eased back and sat. "Maybe you should have the Impala give it a good talking to," he advised with a grin.

FIN