disclaimer: i don't own the boys, or supernatural.
"Dean, hold still."
"I'm trying, but I'm being blinded by a flashlight
and you're digging in my eye."
Just then Sam caught a glimmer of something.
"There, I got it."
"And what is 'it'?"
"It's a piece of glass. It could have scratched your
cornea, we should get you to an optometrist."
"Excuse me professor, but I don't feel like going
anywhere."
"If you don't go I'll make you wear an eyepatch
so your eye doesn't get infected."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes."
"Fine, to the optometrist we go."
"Good. Give me the keys. You can't drive if your
cornea is scratched."
"You suck so hard today, Sammy."