"Damn it Sammy that really does smart. Are you using a needle or an ice pick?" Dean hoisted the whiskey bottle up and swallowed a healthy inch or two.
"Shut up Dean and hold still. Why is it you can break a leg and ignore it? "I'm fine, just need a minute and I'll be ready to go," you say. Lose a finger and it's "No big deal, I have nine others."
Then you get a little slash or two and it's whine, whine, whine, all the way." Sam threaded another needle.
"Shut up bitch and get your embroidery done."