AFTERMATH
WOW: strip. Sometmes it's the smallest things that can cause the strongest reactions.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, much to my disappointment.
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Sam looked across at Dean, sleeping stretched out on his belly after a particularly brutal hunt.
The strip of white gauze strapped around his back covered the gruesome crimson curve of the chupacabra scratch which Sam had closed with twelve stitches.
Sam watched the white expanse rise and fall with the soft rhythm of Dean's breathing, and sighed. Dean suddenly looked so young, so vulnerable, so undeserving of the hand that life had dealt him.
That white strip and the injury that it hid signified that life, and all the ordeals that went with it.
Sam hated that white strip.
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