E/O Challenge (pry). I still don't own the boys, the Impala or any of their hoodies. I especially don't own the Impala's hoodie. For Enkidu07, with apologies for its being a drabble.
Rain patters on the window.
"You want me to do it?"
"No."
A car goes by outside. Then another.
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"How's it coming?"
"It's coming."
"Need anything?"
"Just... don't talk."
Sam puts on some coffee.
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"You need that, man."
"Supposedly." Dean's cheeks are blushed, nostrils flaring.
"Just do it."
"I'll come over there and I will hurt you."
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Sam settles on the bed. Dean doesn't look up.
He pries chilly fingers off the syringe, contemplates it. Dean's holding his breath.
Sam jabs him smoothly in the belly.
"Ow!" Panting, Dean palms the injection site, gives Sam a weak shove.
"Any time."
A/N: This was supposed to be so much longer, but I've been pumping my doctor friend for info and the pieces don't fit together the way I wanted them to, and/or I'm too lazy to research it hard enough to make it work. The backstory my doctor friend and I had mostly worked out was that Dean was going to get a clot in his leg, which was going to become a pulmonary embolism, which was going to make him cough up so much blood that he lost all his clotting agents and had to be rushed to the hospital for a transfusion. Then he was going to be sent home with instructions to inject himself on a daily basis with an anticoagulant, and also to draw his own blood to monitor his clotting agents. But there were too many stretches (he wouldn't get sent home from her hospital with these injections - maybe with an oral anticoagulant but probably not even - and the injections were kinda the point) and gaps in my knowledge (test his own blood how?) and frankly not enough sneezing, and so I abandoned ship. But now you have the option, Enkidu and whoever else, of pretending that all of these things happened before this point in the story, and/or of imagining something that pleases you more, and/or of not imagining any of these things and possibly eating nanaimo bars. And my grandmother's post-knee-replacement home-belly-injections lasted for nine days, so, Dean's did too. Make sure that's part of your imagining. And he didn't like drawing his own blood very much. The end.