E/O Challenge: Dust
A special belated birthday drabble for NewspaperTaxis. I'm sorry to have disappointed a Beatles fan, but I found out that painkillers and writing just don't mix! I'm fine now and enjoyed writing this very much. She asked for hurt or sick Dean with an emphasis on abdominal or internal injuries. Also libraries. She loves libraries. Just for you, a library in both drabbles tonight.
Two unrelated, non season specific, and spoiler free drabbles.
Word count: 100 each.
Sam pressed down hard, his flannel shirt a rough pad under his hands.
Dean bucked, palms slapping the floor. Dust drifted up between them. Sam sneezed explosively. He rubbed his nose against his shoulder, still leaning on Dean's stomach wound. He was tying the pad in place when Dean's head jerked.
"Hey. Ambulance is on the way."
"Who knew…dead librarians…were so," Dean blinked owlishly, "Ow. What...?"
"Bad paper cut."
One hand groping for his stomach. "Why didn't she go for you, Book Boy?"
Sam blocked him easily. "Clean living. Leave that alone."
Dean glared. "Smart ass. Who knew…Sams…were so bitchy."
Thanks for reading! Please read Chapter 2.