For Just One Moment of Peace

Word Count: 100

Word: Sheet

Disclaimer: Maybe if I close my eyes really tight and wish really hard… nope, still don't own them.

A/N: I wrote this thinking about the season 4 finale, but it could really be any moment after the season 2 premier.

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Sam pressed his fingers against his temples, tried to push out the pain, guilt, and goddamn anger. Let his head fall forward against the table.

Wished he could take it all out on a piece of sheet metal like Dean. But he'd never been that kind of screaming, punching, beat the shit out of a car mad.

No, he had 'talk about it' wrestle with the freakin' emotional pain. How could Dean stand him, Sam couldn't even stand himself.

Then Dean's fingers fall on the nape of his neck, sift though the short hairs, make it all a little better.