Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural
Author's Note: Takes place during Season 3 because I miss the old Sammy.
Dean grunted in pain as he tried to pull a splinter out of his right thumb. He had been sharpening wooden stakes when his thumb got caught on the wood.
"Son of a bitch," he yelled aggravated. The fucking thing didn't want to come out. He tried everything he could think of and still nothing.
"Is it still stuck?" Sam asked entering the motel room holding a couple of lunch bags.
Dean glared at him. "Does it look like it came out," he said angry showing Sam his now bright red thumb.
Sam set the bags on the dingy table. "Did you put peroxide on it dude? It's not looking to good."
"No shit, Sam!"
"Don't get mad at me! I didn't tell you to sharpen the weapons!" Sam said taken aback by his brother's outburst.
Dean stood up. "I don't know what to do, Sammy. I tried everything! Plus it really hurts!"
Sam frowned. "Did you try using tweezers?"
Dean looked stumped. "No."
"Then you didn't try everything," he replied taking his lunch out of the bag.
"Jerk."
"Bitch," Sam tossed back.
THE END