Author's Note #1: This little drabble was born out of an interview that Jensen recently gave, and the moment I read it, this idea immediately came to mind...so there are vague spoilers for S8.
Author's Note #2: Big thanks to Riathe Mai for all her help and encouragement.
Scavenge - verb; to salvage usable material from
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"DEAN!"
Trembling hands triaged for some part that wasn't bloody and broken.
"You do not get to do this. You hear me! I just got you back."
"C'mon man, open your eyes." Sam rubbed his knuckles roughly over Dean's sternum, gushing blood coating his fingers.
"Stupid, stubborn Sonovabitch! You're not in friggin' Purgatory anymore…you don't get be a one-man army. We do things together!"
"Damn it." Sam pressed harder on the bloody rag. "I'm gonna have to scavenge parts from the Impala to save your ass, you know that right? Any objections? No? Well…idiots don't get a say anyways."
