Title: Long and Slow
Author: Enkidu07
Disclaimer: Disclaimed
Challenge Word: 'hitch.' 2 100 word drabbles
Compatriots: Onyx Moonbeam, Mad Server, IheartSam7, Nana56, NC Girl, and Orange Autumn
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Sam's POV
Sam's hand ghosted along Dean's flank. He paused when he heard Dean's breath hitch.
"Dude, I haven't even touched you yet."
"Stitches?" Dean's voice was neutral, but he held his body taut.
"N'ah, man, just a graze. I have to clean it." Sam guided his rigid brother onto the bed.
Sam adjusted the light. Touched Dean's elbow, his shoulder, his hip. Kept his hands away from the wound. Dean's eyes flashed on him even as his body responded and relaxed.
Sam grinned as Dean melted into the bedding. He cleaned with gentle strokes, listening to Dean's breaths, long and slow.
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Dean's POV
Adrenaline still pounded his bloodstream. His heart raced and he couldn't even fucking breathe.
Sam talking caught his attention.
Right. Gotta clean up. Shake off the hunt. Suddenly Sam was guiding him onto the bed.
He let himself be pushed down but felt protest building up in his chest. He knew he wouldn't be able to stay still.
Sam pushed and pulled and tugged at him. Manhandling him to better see his wound.
Dean felt something inside unhitch. He was finally able to catch his breath. He eyed Sam and then rode the relief and let his eyes fall closed.
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