A/N It's been a while since I've done a drabble. I've been meaning to but RL has been chaotic and I've been going through some tough times which has been keeping me away from writing and an unreliable internet connection has been keeping me offline a lot - it's been so random. I'm glad to get this one done though! This one was fun to write as it reminded me a bit of my dad.
Splinter
"Ow! SonuvaBITCH!"
"Dean? What's wrong?" Sam asks concerned by his brother's sudden outcry. Dean's clutching his hand, wincing in pain.
"Let me see."
Dean shakes his head.
Worried, Sam grabs his brother's hand to inspect the wound. He gets a good look and rolls his eyes, "Oh for crying out—of all the—ugh, I give up."
It's ironic and stupid that for a guy who could shrug off being shot, stabbed, impaled, electrocuted, burned, tortured and more would get so worked up over a pathetic little splinter!
Holding up his sore finger Dean asks, "Does this look infected to you?"
Figures.