Title: The straw
Author: Enkidu07
Disclaimer: They do not belong to me.
Challenge Word: Splinter
A/N: Sorry about the language. Dean's having a rough go.
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"Jesus Christ. Fuck."
Sam snorted, amused by Dean's colorful protests. "Hold still, idiot."
"Can you get it? Ow! You can't get it? Fuck."
Sam had seen his brother take a bullet with more grace. A stubborn splinter had him coming unglued. "Dean." The humor was gone. "I can get it. Relax."
Sam splayed Dean's hand, the palm angry from Dean's fumbled attempts to treat it himself. "Don't move," Sam cautioned.
Seconds later, he held up the tweezers, a thin shard of glass glistening.
Dean glared at it, face still puckered, hair wild, resources tapped.
"Jesus, take a nap already."
"Fuck."
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end.