"No way, Dean."

"Ah, come on, Sammy," Dean said coaxingly. "What could it hurt?"

"Fifty-four stitches, Dean!" Hands on hips, Sam tried to keep from smiling. "Fifty-four! I'm guessing it could hurt a lot!"

Dean's grin was full of affection and morphine. He reached out and made a sloppy grab for Sam's crotch. "Gimme!"

Sam backed away. "Dean, your leg is broken!"

"You can handle it, Sammy." Dean leered at him. "You're pretty bendy. Heh! Should call you Gumby!" A sudden thought made its way through his drug-induced haze and he started to laugh. "Hey, doesn't that make me Pokey?"