E/O Challenge word Alarm. Long story short, Dean has a 'prickly' temper.
Because I want someone to suffer the same thing I did. XD
Disclaimer: Do I own Supernatural? Can I say yes??? Unfortunately I can't. *sigh*
Word count: 100
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Prick.
"Err…"
Prick.
"Ahh…"
Prick.
"Ouch!"
Prick.
"Ow dammit!"
Prick.
"Grr…Gimme that!" Dean tore the needle away from the nurse, who gaped at him in alarm.
"Sir, I have to find that vein…"
"I'll find it myself." Dean located one and stuck the needle in, letting out a hiss.
"Please, sir, you don't know what you're doing."
"And you do?" He held out his arm, which now turning a deepening shade of purple with the array of pinpricks and dots of blood from all her attempts.
"This is my job—"
"This?" He glared. "Lady, I'm not a friggin' pincushion!"
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This little fic is dedicated to those who know the pains of being pricked by a needle one too many times.