Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing.
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?"
