A Little Appreciation, Please


He felt the bullet from the madman's gun clip his shoulder. His hand, on instinct, flew to it, feeling the wet substance forming.

His brother tackled the guy to the ground, knocking him out within an instant.

People just didn't appreciate the services Winchesters provided for them anymore.

There was only a small amount of blood, and nothing to stitch up. That didn't stop Sammy from seriously freaking out though, creepily feeling him up.

"Dean, are you okay? Are you hurt, are you…?"

"Sam! Calm down, I'm fine. It just grazed me."

"You sure?"

"Dude."

Sam nodded, "Good. That's good."

XXX

Despite being annoyed and completely exhausted, Dean was happy to see Sam's relief for his mostly unscathed form. It made everything a little more worthwhile.

FIN