Title: Pages
Author: Enkidu07
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.
A/N: This is a Delightfully Dopey Dean for Davis. I hope your birthday was wonderful and that there is much delusional, drugged, dizzy, and disoriented Dean in the year to come!
Also. E/O Challenge Word: Card. 200 words.

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Sam's ramblings buzz around Dean's ears, bounce off his temples. Dean tries to squint him into focus, "Can't even hear you, man."

Sam shoots eyebrows from the table, hands drowning in clippings. "I didn't say anything."

Dean spends time flicking a fingernail against a canine, stomach uneasy. "When are we going?"

"We're not. It's after midnight."

Dean palms an eye socket. "I'm trying to think."

"Try laying down."

Sam's hands shuffle the scraps of paper like cards. Dean wonders if he's counting. He nods, body rocking. "That's m'boy."

"Dean?"

"I won't tell."

Sam grins. "Feeling no pain, huh?"

The world shifts. When Dean opens his eyes, Sam's hovering, head haloed, still grinning.

Dean smiles back. His stomach settles as Sam steadies him, a hand to his shoulder.

"You with me, Dean? Remember twisting your ankle?"

It's like his eyebrows can talk. Dean watches closely.

"Dean?"

Oh. A poltergeist. A staircase and a potted plant. Dean's not sure if they finished. "Where is it?"

Sam makes a happy sound, slides him over, pulls his weighted leg onto the bed.

"Can you sleep?"

Sam's patting him. Like a heartbeat. In a warm dream. "Maybe I already am."

Sam's snickers follow him under.

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