A/N: So this is a triple drabble. 300 words on the dot! =]] I'm still trying my hand at One Shots and I hope as I continue to do them they continue to do better. This isn't set in any particular season. Just some brotherly banter and fluff. Everyone's favorite.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I know, I know, I wish I did too.
"OW! Damnit Sam!" Dean yelled as Sam worked on his ribs, trying to pull out the left-in-too-long stitches.
"Well Dean if you would've taken them out last week like I told you too, they wouldn't be stuck like they are now." Sam said patiently as he continued working out the stitches.
Dean was shirtless and had his hands braced against the small motel table, squeezing it tightly.
"Stop being such a baby." Sam said as he pulled another stitch free. Dean hissed in pain and scowled.
"I'm not." Dean muttered petulantly before grimacing again as Sam pulled, more like ripped in Dean's opinion, another stitch out.
"I can't believe you didn't take them out last week."
"I can't believe you're butchering your own brother."
"How is my taking out your stitches butchering you?" Sam asked.
"You ambushed me." Dean said looking up at Sam and scowling at him. Sam laughed at that.
"You mean I'm trying to help you right?"
"You man handled me." Dean retorted, then swore as Sam pulled more stitches out.
"Not my fault you refused to be cooperative." Sam said. "Stop squirming I only have two more left."
"I'm not squirming, I don't squirm. Only pussies like you squirm." Dean said. Sam rolled his eyes and pulled the last two stitches out. Dean of course swore and gripped the table even more tightly if that's possible.
"Are you done?" Dean asked.
"Almost." Sam said and tried to hide the smile growing on his face. Sam gingerly touched the now healed wound and then moved his hand lower to Dean's hip bone and squeezed. Dean squirmed away from Sam and tried to turn the unmanly giggle into an indignant squawk.
"Sure, you don't squirm." Sam said with a laugh. Dean scowled at him.
"Butchering bitch."
"Squirming jerk."