Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its related themes or characters. I don't own Wilsons sweets either, no matter how awesomely yummy that'd be!
AN1: Based on an old folk-remedy. The peppermint essential oil in the candy is supposedly a good substitute for most anti-septics. Dunno if it works... meh, I guess it would for the Winchesters!
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Peppermint Remedy
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"Dad, it's really bad… " Sam whispers to John, not sure where to help and where to let go, "I think we should take him to a doctor".
It's four in the morning and they'd just finished their last hunt before school starts again for the fall. Only, Dean had managed to get himself scratched all to heck-and-beyond by the foilage while out-running Hellhounds. So, in all Dean-like fashion, he didn't get caught by those monsters... oh no... he just got the cuts infected by lying for two hours in a dank-and-dirty ditch afterwards.
Yes, an all supernatural hunt has turned out to have not so many supernatural-related issues.
John rolls his eyes, "Don't be so dramatic, Sam," he snaps and unrolls a pack of peppermint Wilson's sweets.
With a sigh, Dean stretches out his back and tries to get a look. But, John's reply to his action, was to push Dean's head back to its previous position, "No contortion acts in front of your brother, Dean," John scolds with a grin.
"Dean's got a really bad injury and you're going to just eat sweets!" Sam exclaims, almost trembling from shock. It's not every day when you see your brother's 'battle injuries' turn black in front of your eyes.
"Watch that sass, soldier," John shoots back and pops one of the mints into his mouth. He takes out one more and holds it in front of Dean's mouth, "Spit."
As if the elder Winchester brother had expected it, Dean lets loose a spit on the mint that had Sam gagging in disgust.
John takes the de-sanitized sweet and slaps it on the deep scratch on Dean's back, fastens it with a long-strip bandage, "That should hold until we get back to the Impala..." he says and slaps Dean on the shoulder, "At least you didn't get eaten!". He takes out two more of the peppermint sweets from the packet and hands both his sons one each.
Dean happily sucks on the candy, twinging a bit in his back when he sits up, but seems all-in-all fine. Tired, but fine.
Sam, on the other hand, is "in the bathroom" aka. behind the nearest tree. Making a pepperminty-offering to the woodland floors.
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Thanks for reading!