A/N: Okay, I know this is really late. *hides behind Dean* But again better later than never. ^^°
Happy belated Birthday CiZiwejes (Chap two is all yours ^^) and Deangirl1 (Chap one is only for you ;) )
Though these two drabbles are related. ^^
A/N: Special thanks to Anna for giving this a quick once over. Every remaining mistakes are all mine. *huggles you*
Have fun reading! ^^
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Hurt
Searing pain ripped through his gut, made his knees buckle.
Dean gasped for air, one hand covering the heavily bleeding wound on his side.
Since when did demons use guns during a fight? Sonuvabitch, it hurt!
"Dean!" Panic and fear.
Fingers gently examined the wound but it still felt like someone was twisting a hot fire poker inside of him.
"Dean, the bullet's still in there. You need a hospital."
"No, no 'spital. Too dangerous." He coughed painfully. The taste of copper got stronger with every passing minute.
His vision greyed. Sam's words muffled and far away.
Then darkness.
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TBC…