On Your Feet, Soldier [R for Cussing] [Closed]

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

After driving himself crazy with the hand-eye coordination work--i.e. tracing shapes--that Dr. Grey had given him to work on, Sam needed a break. Unfortunately, when you have been injured, are in recovery, and your last name just so happens to be Winchester, a 'break' means getting your butt working on something else so that you hurry up and get better. The fact that he was trapped on an insane ship full of life-threatening situations around every corner--Yeerks? Giant Roaches?--just made it all the more imperative that Sam recover even more quickly.

So, instead of hand-eye coordination, Sam was on his feet--in a sense--working on coordinating his walking. The medbay had somehow grown a set of railings for Sam to use for this very purpose. While he wasn't completely incapacitated--he could move his legs rather easily, after all--it was still difficult for him to control just where his feet landed, or how they landed. So it made balancing on his own two feet a struggle. This is what he was working on.

He moved in the space between the railings with his hands hovering over the beams--ready to catch himself if he stumbled--while he took slow, gradual steps, focusing his attention on controlling his stride. Dean sitting on one of the beds, staring, didn't help.

"Dude, you're doing it again," Sam said, slightly irritated.

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[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

"I don't know. But I'm going to."

[re-hymenated.livejournal.com]

Dean doesn't answer that, just looks away.

"You should be resting, Sammy."

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"Don't tell me what to do," Sam resisted.

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Dean's tired. Really tired, and irritable, and this is getting to be the final straw. Enough for him to explode again.

"Get the fuck back into bed or I'll fucking knock you out, do you hear me?" Dean says loudly, losing his patience.

[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

"Oh, so now you're gonna hit me because I won't do as you say?" Sam retorted. Just like a little brother. "Yeah, that's real mature, Dean."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"I'm gonna hit you because you're being reta--" Pause, and Dean quickly changes what he'd been about to say; he's pissed, but not pissed enough to say that. "-- you're acting like you're an overgrown five year old. What's next, gonna throw a temper tantrum?"

[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

"Bite me," Sam said. Yet, after a few more seconds of 'holding his ground' he eventually did as Dean said and moved back to his bed--albeit, begrudgingly so.

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"Right back at you." Dean says, watching him go like a hawk. Just making sure.