Challenge Word: Dawn
A/N: I'm very late with this drabble! Belated Happy Birthday to Laedie Duske who requested drabbles involving Dean's tummy. Hope this suffices.
Sam juggled the items in his arms, toed the door closed, and set his treasures on the table.
From his bed, Dean eased himself up on one elbow, his other hand pressed against the stitches zig-zagging across his shredded stomach. "What'd you get?"
"Supplies. Here." Sam handed his brother a couple of pills, which Dean washed down with the tepid water beside his bed. "I also got pizza and beer."
"Pie?"
"Sorry man. But this should make you feel better." Sam held up Dawn of the Dead and Night of the Living Dead.
"Zombies? Nice! Thanks, Sammy."
"No problem, bro."