Title: SPN100 Challenge – Not Tonight, Dear, I've Got A Headache

Author: Laedie Duske

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I am assembling a harem in my head

Word Count: 100

Warnings: None

Spoilers: None

Featured Words: Thread

A/N: I am ashamed to say I have a bunch of reviews sitting in my mailbox unanswered. I received an especially kind one today from a guest user that made me realize once again how very much I miss it here. My course work has been hefty and I've been spending any "extra" time working on my original piece – but I can't leave what I've started here unfinished. In the meanwhile, I'll try to kick some rust off with some drabbles – Happy (belated) Birthdays to our fearless leaders, and apologies for the mediocrity here. ;-)

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Dean's glassy eyes watched as Sam shakily struggled to thread the curved needle. Dean coughed and winced. Sam scowled at him. "That's pretty wet, Dean. You sure that rattling is from congestion?"

"Didn't hit hard enough t'break anything, caught something on the way down." The "something" had sliced from clavicle down to the floating rib.

"Dean - "

"It's fine Florence." More coughing and a plaintive look.

An hour fishing out pieces of debris, stitches still to go. They were both done. Sam nodded. If his hand lingered an extra moment on Dean's shoulder after, so what.