Title: In Stride
Author: Enkidu07
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.
Challenge Word: Gear
A/N: Is it wrong that there is absolutely no point to this? Just some bloody stoic Dean.
"You're bleeding."
Blood has saturated Dean's sleeve. Rivulets run down his fingers, drip into the leaves. He applies pressure to his elbow, screws up his face.
The sleeve has to be peeled off. Bruising spans the joint.
After a shower, Dean's arm's straight from a slasher movie. Blood-tinged water coats his forearm.
"Jesus, Dean. Lemme look."
Dean bitches through the stitches but there's no way it'll stay closed on its own. "Stop pushing on it."
"Doesn't feel chipped."
"Awesome."
Sam showers. Watches blood swirl down the drain.
Dean's dressed, gear packed, when he comes out.
They hit the road.
end.