The challenge word is Warm. A little hurting Dean thrown in for good measure. Happy Birthday, supernaturalmydreams. Thanks Eric.
Sam turned, keenly alert to his brother's voice even though the exclamation was quiet and small. He moved quickly and knelt where Dean lay propped awkwardly against the rocks.
"You okay, Dean?"
Sam looked into glassy eyes disorientated with approaching shock.
"Warm...Sammy..."
Dean's smiled, his uninjured hand trailing down the sleeve that covered his shattered arm as the weak, early rays of the rising sun were striking.
Sam touched the stained cloth, happy for the comfort the approaching dawn might bring the injured man.
His fingers came away bloody. The warmth derived from the decadent crimson flow.
"Oh god, Dean!"
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