Written for the prompt: high, at supernatural_100 on Live Journal.
"This is going to hurt." The voice echoes dully, like it's underwater. "Are you sure you don't want morphine?"
"No." Sam's voice is just as muffled, but Dean would know it anywhere. "Opiates don't work on him and they have really bad side effects. Just do it, he's had worse."
Pain follows, sudden and sharp, as Dean's broken wrist is straightened. He gasps, tries to twist away, but Sam is there to anchor him, arms tight in comfort and constraint.
"Your brother has a high pain threshold."
Sam sighs. "He's had a lot of practice at pretending things don't hurt."