E/O Challenge: Scratch
Two unrelated drabbles. 100 words each.
Disclaimer - no surprise here.
Dean kicked the motel room door open, trying to juggle the key and bags. He barked, "Sam!"
Sam peeked out of the bathroom. "Sorry, didn't hear you."
Dean pointed at Sam's bloody arms. "Bobby says this'll wear off in forty-eight hours. You'll scratch yourself down to the bone before then." Dean poked around in the bags and handed Sam two pills. "Try these."
"Benedryl? It's not an allergy." He caught Dean's glare and swallowed them. Passed out.
He woke with both hands bandage-wrapped to the size of footballs. "What?"
"Can't scratch now, Frances."
"It still itches."
Dean grinned. "Calamine lotion?"
Please read chapter 2.