Sammy's nostrils flared, as he sucked in a pained breath through his teeth.
Dean watched, checking the way his brother moved. Sam had a burn over his shoulder and along his left arm. There were burn holes through his jacket. Matching holes in his shirt and then t-shirt. The corner of Sam's tattoo looked cold next to the raw skin.
Nothing looked broken. Just painful. He pulled himself up off the ground, with his unburned arm.
Dean took off his over shirt and used it to bandage his lower leg. It took a moment for the pain to stop long enough for him to stop swearing under his breath.
"One hundred" Dean whispered, the pain made his vision swim at the edges.
"What?" Sam asked, as he turned to look at him.
Dean lay flat on the dusty ground again. "That's" Dean closed his eyes and pointed at his leg, " my 100th bullet. Do you think I get some sort or prize?" he asked his brother.
Sam thought for a minute, poking at one of the bloody holes in his shirt sleeve,"The next one is free"
Dean chuckled and hissed with pain,"Don't make me laugh, Bitch"
"What? The itty bitty bullet hurt your poor widdle leggy? Suck it up Jerk" Sam got to his feet. Slowly adjusting to the aches making themselves known.
"Hows the burn?" Dean looked Sam over, the scratches on his face puffy and ragged. Didn't look like they needed stitching.
"Super. Thanks for asking" Sam said with a mock cheerfulness. He shuffle round towards Dean's left. He held out his hand.
Dean shook his head. Not intending on moving, at all, for at least a million years.
Sam saw the blood seeping into the shirt tied on Dean's calf. "You can't count that as a hundred"
"What?" Dean slurred. He opened his eyes and squinted at the man above him.
"I said, you can't count that" he nodded at Dean's leg, "as one hundred"
"I've been keeping count. Trust me. One hundred is the magic number" Dean looked almost proud.
"You ain't counting that time in Ohio are you?" Sam asked.
"I lost two quarts of blood" Dean protested.
"It bounced"
"I lodged in my butt. I'm counting it" Dean insisted.
Sam rubbed his back. He had pulled a muscle in there, dodging that last lot of flames."You have to reset your count any way." he ran a hand through his burned hair, trying not to look worried.
"Oh yeah." Dean drew in a breath, struggling to a sitting position, "Why could that be?"
"Two reasons" Sam grunted as he found another bruise "One. Your body replaces all it cells about every seven years or so"
"Geek"
"Two. You are brand new outa the gates of hell. New body. New count" he took hold of Dean's arm and helped him to his feet
"Dude," Dean laughed and regretted it, he stumbled "You really going to make me start counting again?". He got his second wind and took some weight off his brother. Standing up with all his weight on one leg
"Yup"
"Tell you what." Sam stood ready to catch him, if he was going to fall, "Get to hundred again. No cheating. I'll bake you a cake"
"Fruit cake?" Dean asked hopefully. "With frosting?"
"Deal" Sam took Dean's arm and put it round his shoulders. Taking the other man's weight.
"Awesome"
They slowly started off in the direction of the highway. Leaving behind the remains of the bad thing that had tried to burn them, shoot them and generally eat them. Business as usual.
They covered the distance to the highway quicker than they would have thought. Sam set Dean down by the side of the road. He swung his body round so that they sat back to back. Supporting each other while they rested. Even thinking about breathing, hurt.
"Six" Dean said.
"What?" Sam asked
"New magic number." Dean informed him.
"You've not been shot six times since, well you know" Sam looked out on to the empty night.
"Nah. It's how many miles back to the car"