The challenge word is Fold and Dean is injured.
"Dean, I can't make it stop!"
Panic roughened the younger man's voice as he held the soaked cloth against his brother's torn belly.
However he tried to stem the warm, crimson flow, it gouted from the deep wound to wash obscenely over his trembling fingers.
Dean coughed his voice breathless as he took the cloth.
"Gotta…f…fold…it, S…Sammy…"
Fingers made clumsy with pain and encroaching shock fumbled with the old towel, wadding it into a square.
"P…press hard, Sam."
Dean flinched as he placed it back against his ravaged flesh.
"I'm sorry…"
Sam whispered as Dean gasped and writhed under his hands.
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