Title: Nectar of the Gods
Summary: E/O Challenge: Mark. Limp!Dean and Sam's got some hurrying up to do. Dean's never been patient.
Ratings: T for language
Status: Unbeta'd
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 178
Gashes everywhere and Sam was taking his sweet-ass time just sewing up his own petty ones. Dean would've killed him if Sam didn't have better sewing hands, woman that Sam was. Finally, the medical attention was on him and within a minute, this thumb was unjammed and his shoulder was popped back into place.
"Urgh...sonovabitch!" Dean growled before grabbing the bottle of Jack and taking a few chugs. Sam sympathetically patted the uninjured shoulder before helping Dean remove his shirt and jeans to tackle the long gashes on his back, legs and torso. Stitch after stitch had Dean grunting and sucking in his breath but he never cried out as Sam's fingers worked the needle through his skin. Once the youngest Winchester finished plastering up the long jagged gash across his chest, Dean sighed and grabbed the bottle again.
"There, you've got another mark of a warrior Dean."
"And this, Sam, is the nectar of the gods, which I deserve more than you right now." Sam laughed but allowed Dean to claim the bottle for the night.