Nature Calls
By Carol M
Summary: E/O Challenge…trash…An injured Dean's not trying to cause his brother any grief. Really he isn't. Hurt Dean/Worried Sam
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Don't own them, only love them
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Dean rolled out of bed with a ragged whimper and staggered towards the bathroom like
he was drunk, his hand tightly curled around his midsection. His vision wavered and he
lost his balance, his foot knocking into a wastebasket. It tipped over with a loud clang,
bloody towels and other trash spilling out on the floor.
Sam shot up from his bed, startled. "What the hell?" he squawked, half asleep.
"Sorry," uttered Dean weakly.
Sam rushed out of bed, grabbing and steadying Dean. "You're supposed to stay in bed,
Dean."
Dean flashed him wide little boy eyes. "Had to go."
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