AN: Hi, so um, I'm new to the fandom (I'm still only on episode 20 of season 1) and this is my first drabble after a friend of mine promoted me to write it. The prompt was:
"Dean is upset after something happens during a hunt."
This takes place somewhere in the middle of the first season~
I hope you enjoy it ^^
"You're an idiot."
"Shut up, Dean," Sam sighed, looking up at his older brother from the opposite bed as he shut the door. Satisfied it was locked properly, Dean nodded to himself and set the motel room keys down on the table that resided by the one small window that gave them an exciting view of a brick wall that belonged to the building alongside. He pulled the starched cotton curtains across more roughly than usual and shucked off his leather jacket to dump it in a heap on the end of his own single bed.
"Show me," He said.
Sam rolled his eyes exaggeratedly but when he caught sight of his brother's face he relented. Dean's eyes, a smouldering shade of green, were fixed on him in a look. Not just any look, but 'The Look'. The one that had him transported back to being a kid again whilst their dad hunted and left the older Winchester to care for him. This was a Dean who was worried and angry but only because he cared so much. This was his brotherly instinct rearing up.
Slowly and carefully, Sam inched up his shirt to reveal his hand which was pressed to his abdomen tightly with the gauze pad which he'd nabbed from the small first aid kit in the trunk of the car underneath his palm to staunch the bleeding. Peeling it back gently, Sam was relieved to see that it had finally stopped weeping but the cut was long and fairly deep. Not deep enough for stitches or a trip to the hospital but still deep- that demon had got him pretty good for a lower classed weaker one. He looked up into Dean's face with an awkwardly sheepish smile.
The older's face, which was harsh and stern to begin with, softened considerably and he ran a hand through his hair as he inspected the younger's wound, "It's not as bad as it could be..."
"I told you," Sam said, "I've had worse- we both have."
Dean exhaled through his nose sharply in a sort of sigh as he replied, "I'm going to get the first aid from the car, we've gotta clean that thing up."
Sam nodded as Dean shook his head, moving back to the door to unlock it again, "Dammit Sammy, stop..." He trailed off as he stepped outside, grumbling to himself all the way as he headed for the car.
In the cheap light of the motel room Sam smiled as he held his bandage in place. Despite him not saying it, Dean's ending to that sentence was clear enough to him.
'Stop making me worry.'