A/N: drabble? Yes, I guess it is. Enjoy~~
Dean spent the last week of his summer at Seamus'. Seamus was very pleased.
One day, Seamus' mam wanted them to look after the cooking for a while as she went to the market to buy something she forgot. Now both Dean and Seamus were cutting Onions at the kitchen.
Seamus yelped.
"What now?" Dean looked up to Seamus who had stop cutting his onions.
"Dean.." he pleaded, "My finger.." he held his finger to Dean.
"Bleeding? Again?" Dean rolled his eyes, this was the 3rd time Seamus cut himself.
"Dean.. it hurts.." he said over and over again.
"Ok, Seamus, be patient.." Dean browsed through cupboards and drawers. No bandages was found.
"It stings!" he pleaded, making faces.
Dean got a bit annoyed with the fact Seamus won't stop pleading and he can't find anything to cover the cut.
"Gimme your finger" Dean held out his hands.
"Finally! Cure!" Seamus looked relieved.
Dean pulled the finger and stuck it into his mouth.
"Dean! What the—"
Dean pulled the finger out, he sucked the blood.
"You happy?" Dean asked as he started to cut his onions again.
Seamus was beaming. He should've cut his finger more often, but this time, he'll try to cut his lips. So Dean would suck the blood out of his lips, just like what he did with his finger.
Seamus was beaming, went to the corner of the kitchen holding a knife in front of his lips.
A/N: Refreshing before I'll get back to my studies.. :D R&R guys!