THE CHEEK OF IT
WOW: squirm. Sam's got a job to do; guess what, Dean's not making it easy.
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own them.
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"Dean, quit squirming."
"Well, get on with it then."
"I will, if you'd keep still."
"Whatever, be careful with those damn scissors …"
"Yes Dean."
"… and warm your freakin' hands."
"Seriously?"
"Just shut the hell up and take the stupid stitches outta my ass."
"I'm trying, but if you don't stop fidgeting I might take your kidney out too."
"Psssht; I might as well do it myself."
"Yeah, right Dean; what are you, a contortionist?"
*grumble*.
"Hey Dean?"
"What?"
"It's not often we can both say we're suffering from a pain in the ass at the same time."
"I hate you."
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