Disclaimer: Winchesters, no-ot mine.
A/N: Yay! 100 words on the dot. Word of the Week- SQUARE. Thanks for letting me play the Drabble Game! Been gone awhile, so glad to be back. Hope everyone enjoys my little two part drabble.
"Call on me Brother When You Need a Hand..."
Sam concentrated. He needed to get his trembling hands to stop... trembling. Needed to get the jagged flesh on his shuddering brother's chest lined up enough so he could stitch it back together. Blood- warm and crimson, ran in spidering lines across his brother's flushed torso, coated Sam's own hands and the wrecked bed they were tangled on. Sam squeezed his eyes shut, breathed deeply... just needed to get rid of the last of the adrenalin that was causing him to to feel shaky and jittery. Dean was fine. Not dying. Fine. Squaring his shoulders, Sam reassured himself firmly, Fine.
~TBC
