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Challenge word: Pressure

Word count: 100 (yay!)

A/N: This was the first drabble I wrote for the challenge this week, but thought I'd maybe hurt our Dean a little too much for the request criteria from either of the birthday girls. Then I decided to share anyway, so this is a little bonus drabble. Please review, it makes me happy :)

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Pressure

"SAMMY!"

"It's ok. I got it!"

"Frigging SHAPESHIFTERS!"

"Let me look Dean."

"Mmnph."

"Oh man, you're losing blood. C'mon, hospital."

"I'll be ok. Just gimme a sec."

"Dean, that thing tore up your stomach pretty good. We gotta go! Now!"

Sam pressed a cloth to Dean's stomach.

"Hold that to it, keep applying pressure."

The Impala squealed away.

"Sammy?"

The cloth was already bright red.

"Can you go any quicker?"