Before He Can Object
Drabble Challenge Word: Melt
Disclaimer: I do not own them, Sam I am. I do not own green eggs and ham.
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"Aaaaarrrrgh," Dean can't hold the yell in, can't stop his knees from hitting pavement as pain stutters through him.
Then Sam's there, grasping his bicep, settling Dean into the Impala before he can object.
Dean closes his eyes, starts the breathing exercise he stopped calling stupid the first time Dad stitched him up with only a shot of whisky for painkiller.
He gasps as Sam presses the pad of his thumb hard into the charley horse.
It's worse before it's better, but Sam's soothing sounds work almost as well as his hands, and Dean breathes as the pain melts away.