He smashed his face into the pillow. "Wha's taking so long?"
"You need an ER. We're out of morphine, lidocaine, everything."
"Nuh-uh. Only a splinter. Just pull."
"Alright, Dean. On three." Sam pulled on two.
Dean was pretty sure he screamed on three.
"Open your eyes."
Gulping, "Izzit out?"
Sam was waving a log, not a splinter. Lunging, Dean heaved into the trashcan, hands shaking so hard he almost dropped it.
"There're three more."
Wasn't he a fucking ray of sunshine. Things started to gray out. "Guhnng."
"What was that? Go to the ER?"
"Mmmongl."
"Good choice. Up you go."
Please read Chapter 3