Title - Misplaced
Author - sholot
Disclaimer - the boys aren't mine
E/O challenge word - chest
Additional challenge - blood, impalement, chest wound
AN - hope you get well soon, Muffy Morrigan. And enjoy the fic.
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"Dude, let's go."
"Wait, Dean. Let me take a look at that."
"I'm fine, Sammy."
"Dean." Bitchface.
Sigh. "Fine, but make it quick."
Rustle.
"Holy shit."
Poke prod.
"Dude, quit fondling my chest."
"You call this fine?!"
"Just a flesh wound."
"Dude. A pipe. Is impaling you."
"You're the bloody one."
"Head wounds always bleed like fountains."
Poke poke.
"Doesn't this hurt?"
"Hmm. Nope. Can't really feel it. Or anything. All nice and numb."
"Dean – "
Wavers.
"Whoa, easy there."
"Told ya we needed to go."
"Right. The car. Then the hospital."
Mumble. "Don't wanna."
"Too bad. We're going."
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