A/N: I'm just visiting the 'Supernatural' world and have no claims to anything in it. Fun, isnt' it?
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"Ouch, damn." Dean stepped out of the motel office after getting the room and jerked to a stop, immediately shutting one eye.
Sam straightened away from the side of the car and smiled at his brothers 'Popeye' look. "What is it?"
"Something just blew into my eye and it hurts like hell." Unconsciously he reached up and started rubbing at his right eye.
"Dude, don't rub it. You'll scratch your cornea." Shaking his head at his brothers lack of common sense Sam walked over to stand in front of Dean. "Tilt your head back and let me take a look."
Dean took a step back and rubbed a fist against his eye again. "It's nothing. It'll be fine."
Sam grabbed Dean's wrist and pulled the hand away from his eye. "Yeah, it will. Now don't be such a baby and just let me look at it."
He caught Dean's jaw with one strong hand and angled his head towards the light next to the door, keeping a firm hold on Dean's chin as he tried to pull away. With his other hand he gently lifted the eyelid of the tightly closed eye.
Sam tilted his head down, bringing his face closer until he was only inches away from Dean's face as he tried to get a closer look at Dean's red and watering eye. Personal space forgotten due to the need for medical attention.
"Yeah, two queens." a young voice scoffed.
The two men jumped apart as the blonde haired boy pushed past with a derisive grunt, rolling his eyes before plastering on a false smile for them as he moved away.
Dean rubbed at his eye again and shot a glowering look at his brother. "Not one word, Sammy."
Fin