Dean really didn't want to admit it, but the burns hurt so much, he was pretty sure if he didn't get some painkillers soon he might actually make some sort of embarrassing noise – ya know, like groaning maybe.
He grabbed hold of the bottle of pills on the side-table – a tricky feat with heavily bandaged hands. Unfortunately trying to twist the cap off proved impossible and he dropped the bottle.
"Dammit!"
"Sam."
Sam didn't stir.
"Sam!"
Nothing.
"SAM!"
Sam bolted upright.
"What the… Dean – what?"
In agony, Dean squeezed back treacherous tears.
"I could really use some painkillers Sammy."