E/O Challenge…bite…Dean's been shot and Sam and Bobby do their best…the field surgery continues…
Enjoy!
"Here," said Bobby, handing over a teeth marked leather strap. "Let him bite on that. This aint' gonna be no picnic."
Sam hesitantly grasped the leather, his fingers running over the well worn teeth marks, hating the fact that in a few short minutes, his brother's would be among them.
"Dean," he began, cutting himself short when he realized Dean's mouth was already open like a baby bird waiting for food.
Sam carefully placed the strap between his brother's parted lips and Dean's mouth closed around it in resignation, his eyes fluttering shut as a single tear fell down his cheek.
