The challenge word this week is Urgent and I think this is a scene that has played out many times in the Winchester world.
Sam leaned tiredly against the counter pouring the strong, dark coffee as he surreptitiously watched his brother. Dean moved awkwardly against the banked-up pillows on his bed.
"You need a hand?" Sam expected the refusal even though they both knew Dean's injuries demanded it.
"I'm...g...good." But Dean couldn't disguise the hand clasped tightly to his bruised ribs or the pallor of his skin.
Sam placed the mug of coffee on the nightstand and held two Tylenol out toward Dean.
"Sam, I'm good. Don't need pain meds."
Dean huffed, but there was no hiding the grateful urgency in his dilated eyes.
Thank you for reading.
