E/O Drabble Challenge: Word – BELT
Disclaimer: Winchester's, no-ot mine.
A/N: Two this week. Hope you enjoy.
Sam throws himself recklessly down beside prone brother.
Knees slide.
Glassy green eyes meet worried hazel eyes.
Bloody hands scrabble, clenching desperately at the mangled leg.
Sam stares at the wet crimson running in wide ribbons... soaking into soft denim.
Pushes back panic. Assesses... Tourniquet needed.
Quickly unbuckles his belt. Cinches it tightly above the damage.
Reassurances offered. "I've Gotcha Dean. You're okay." Strong arms grasp flailing brother, pulling him into a secure embrace.
"Can walk Sammy. Cn walk. No Smmy..."
Stands, ignoring hoarse protests. Sure, determined strides. It's his turn to carry Dean.
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