Spattered
Disclaimer: I don't own "Supernatural", sadly, but the boys are such a treat to play with…
A/N: My gratitude goes out to my awesome beta twinchaosblade who makes sense of my stuff, even if I don't.
A/N 2: Response to the Drabble Challenge by Enkidu07 and Onyx Moonbeam (this drabble was inspired by an accident I had when I was 12)
All fellow players can be looked up on Enkidu07's profile page (the many, many names finally exceeded the drabble word count, hehe).
Prompt: Local
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I enter the motel room with the first aid kit; Dean follows, protecting his bleeding hands. He's grumpy as hell (and maybe a little whiney too) that he got his ass handed to him.
"Sit down, I'll get the towels." He doesn't even grace me with an answer. Crimson droplets spatter the linoleum surface of the table when I return.
"It's just beneath the skin, local anaesthesia will do."
He looks up almost pleadingly.
"Don't be such a wuss."
"Very funny, Sammy."
Grabbing the ice spray, I cover his trembling palms generously and start extracting the gravel with the tweezers.
The End
A/N 3: Merry, merry Christmas to all and a happy, peaceful New Year!
