Glass half full
I do not own Supernatural.
No spoilers, no warnings, probably season 2-3
Happy birthday, Laedie Duske!
"I've got ice, bandages, and alcohol." Sam called as dawn finally broke. Their motel room resembled a rudimentary ER at this point, but that was normal after a nasty hunt. He saw Dean dousing the puncture wound in Holy water.
"How's everything going?" He asked.
"I'm fine. Now stop being such a girl and stitch me up!" Dean yelled through gritted teeth.
"You're fine. You've got a half empty bottle of Jack, but you're fine."
Even with the pain radiating up his side, Dean found it in him to smirk at his brother. "I like to say it's half full."
Please review. Happy Birthday, I hope you enjoyed my humble little drabble. God Bless.
