Word of the Week: Boston
So. This is my first story since before my daughter was born in... December! We went to BosCon on Sunday, and apparently seeing Jared Padalecki up close and personal was inspiring :).
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Dean fell back from the strike, tripped over debris, scrambled back to his feet to see Sam, gun raised and badass, taking her out.
Dean fell back against the wall, caught his breath, felt the pain shooting from his torso. Sam spread Dean's jacket open to look.
"Nearest hospital's Boston General, Dean, fifteen miles out."
"No, dude. It's fine, flesh wound."
"Yeah, the flesh on your spleen. Hospital."
Sam ducked under Dean's arm, shouldered his weight out of the warehouse to the passenger's side. Grabbed a towel from the trunk, pressed it hard to the seeping wound.
"Almost there, Dean."