Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: I'm supposed to be studying for work, or for uni, and am doing neither while writing this so, um, ignore any grammar mistakes and etc (one quick proof read is never enough)

Sheet

Dean was white as a sheet around the bloody gash on his left cheek, he swayed where he stood.

'Are you ok?' Sam asked

Dean muttered 'that banshee, what a bitch'

'Will you let me fix it now, before it gets infected?' Sam said as he leaned away, the last time he asked Dean had made a half-hearted attempt to punch him before storming off.

Dean nodded, submitting with ill grace as Sam shoved him into the seat of the Impala before fishing around for their first aid kit.

'Can I at least have a drink first?' Dean said sulkily

A/N: Hope you like. Back to boringhead stuff I go. Upside – I have to study because I wasn't made redundant (downside: modules=suckfest). Review? Make my night