A pretty bow for the pain.
Don't own 'em, just love 'em. Wished ta hell I worked for Kripke.
This was originally written 'cause I got wind that PlantinumRoseLady was recouping and she'd requested Sam centric fics to help her get better. And it came out pretty good in spite of myself. Hope you enjoy!
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The Chupacabra hunt had been successful enough, they got the beast. But not before Sam had gotten himself tangled in the chicken wire fence that had surrounded the coup.
When they got back to the motel Dean noticed the stiff movements his brother was making as he walked up to the door.
"Sam, just trash the shirt man, it's all torn and bloody and worn, " Dean said as he headed to the bathroom for the medical supplies. Sam hissed as he slowly peeled the tattered garment up from his taut chest and over his head. He shook his head to clear the long hair from his eyes and tossed the blood stained "T" to the floor. The wire had raked him on the right side from mid back all the around to the front of his chest. 'Why is it that shallow cuts hurt most?' he sullenly mused as he tried to move himself to sit on the end of his bed without opening the wounds any further to the air and a fresh round of searing pain.
He let out a slow measured exhale just as Dean approached and told him, "This might sting a mite" And Sam sucked air, his square white teeth showing starkly against the tan of his face now grimaced in pain as Dean daubed the Witch Hazel as gently as he could to his wounds.
"Witch Hazel sucks," Sam bit out.
"I know," Soothed Dean with a small smirk. "But I gotta clean out all the rust, and disinfect it as much as I can, can't remember when either of us had a Tetanus shot."
"S'been under four years" Sam hissed as Dean daubed, "So we're good."
"Yeah, but I wasn't the one playing Twister in the chicken wire." Dean chided.
"Wasn't play'in"
"But it looked like you had the moves."
"Shut up."
Dean straightened and gave the now pink but clean scratch a studious glare. "I think the best thing for coverage is going to be gauze tape." Secretly Dean fancied himself a triage expert and Lord knows he'd had plenty of practice in their line of work. He applied the antiseptic ointment and began to wrap the tape around his brother's well-muscled chest when on the third pass Sam complained.
"Dude, that's enough!"
"I want this to last a couple of days-you know the drill-no showers, just whores baths until the first layer of healed skin gets laid down." Dean admonished.
"Well ya don't have to wrap me up like the mummy. I'm fine, that's enough."
"One more pass." Dean said as he unspooled the gauze across Sam's chest again.
"That's enough" Sam said and grabbed Dean's hand. For a moment their eyes locked Sam eyes squinted daring Dean to try and jerk his hand free.
And Dean stared back, a second later his eyes held that familiar look they'd always worn, a glint of amusement," So ya wanna hold this down with your finger and I can make a pretty bow?"
Sam broke up; "Jerk" Dean always had a way of making him laugh even through the pain.
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