Favorite Things
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Disclaimer: Supernatural is one of my favorite things, but I don't own it. Fooey
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Dean stumbled into the Impala, jerked opened the door, pressed the first cloth he found against the seeping wound at his collarbone.
"Dean," he turned at his name, saw Sam running toward him.
Felt his knees buckle. Looked down to see red seeping through the grey jersey. Watched big hands settle him on the passenger's seat, remove the cloth from his chest, rip away his blood soaked t-shirt.
Could barely frame the words into an apology, "Sorry 'bout the shirt, your favorite."
Sam's eyes met his as he pressed the shirt hard against the wound, "Not worried about the shirt."