TROUBLE AHEAD
WOW: nose. Sam's always there to help Dean. Even if, occasionally, Dean doesn't deserve it!
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own them.
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Sam groaned as his watch alarm buzzed, and he rolled wearily out of bed to go and concussion check Dean.
Stumbling into Dean's room, all he could hear was Dean snuffling wetly through his bloodied nose. He regarded the purpling bruise marring Dean's forehead, and yawned.
The Winchesters often did this; concussion checks were just part of the dangerous life they led. But now Sam had to drag his ass out of bed every two hours and all because Dean had sunk sixteen purple-nurples at the bar, then picked a fight with a telegraph pole.
Concussion would be the least of Dean's problems tomorrow.
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