So, Dean get's hurt during a football game.


Dean was placed at the bench after a tackle that had done his shoulder in pretty bad. He knew it was dislocated, but he wouldn't be surprised if he had broken it too. Still he acted as it was only pulled. It was his level of pain tolerance that sometimes worked against him. He knew he probably should get his shoulder set as soon as possible, but he wanted to see the rest of the game. He was a bit pleased that he was playing football instead of basket or baseball, because now no one could see how his shoulder looked like under his shoulder pads.

"Gotta take a leak!" Dean announced to his coach, so that he would know why he left for the locker rooms. When it was affirmed by a short nod, Dean headed towards the toilets inside the locker rooms.

Once he reached them he found the belt inside his locker.
Okey, my fingers are still somewhat moveable… Good… I hope I have enough grip strength… Dean thought for himself as he tied the belt in a loop around an iron pillar, and maneuvered his right hand to be locked in the loop at the other end of the belt.

One, two, three! Dean thought before he trust all of his bodyweight on the mangled shoulder. It pulled out of its previous position and aligned with the joint socket where it should be. Then Dean stepped out to relax his shoulder, and it shot back into its socket. The whole thing was over in just one second, but it still knocked him to his knees.

"Aaarrrghh! SON OF A BITCH! Gaaah… FUCK!" Dean rolled over to his left, and let himself lay on the floor for a little while. Long enough for himself to catch his breath, but not so long that people would come looking for him.

Once he was done gasping for air, and stumbled himself up to a standing position, he unbuckled the belt around the pillar and placed it back into his locker. He cradled his arm now, his shoulder was pounding against his skin. Just to be sure he checked once more if he could move his fingers, and he was pleased to note that they were moveable… Of course it hurt though… Hurt like hell!

When he came back out he found that Derek had scored touchdown. They were now in the lead by 11 points. Dean found his place on the bench once more, and cheered as his team scored another field goal! They were now 14 points ahead of the other team.

After that the coach changed Derek with a guy named Travis. Derek had surely deserved a break by now. Just like Dean, Derek was one of those who gave everything on the field. If they during practice got commanded to run until they puke, Dean and Derek would run until they puked and then continue running. That's just who they was.

"How's your arm?" Derek asked between two swigs of water as he came over to Dean. "Was a pretty nasty tackle, wasn't it?"

"Think I better get it checked afterwards. Think I might have fractured both my clavicle and humerus. Think I even fucked up my scapula…" Dean answered in a grim edge to his voice.

"You know, if I hadn't known you as well as I do… I wouln't have believed you, you're too calm!"

"Experience I guess…" Dean tried to laugh it up… Derek knew that Dean had been through a lot, hell, the scars on his arms were enough to give that away… Dean wasn't ashamed of his body, but he didn't like other boys to see most of his scars. He had developed a tendency to wait it out when they changed… Go and take a leak or something… When he and Derek shared their room he always changed in the bathroom. Well he wasn't alone on that one, somehow Derek also seemed shy…

"Yeah, I guess…" Derek grinned back, but his grin fell as his eyes met the back of Dean's forearms. There were scars running up and down them, they all varied in shape and size, and age. The newest had stitches in it when they began the school year some months ago… And he had seen Dean pull out the stitches himself! Derek still had a hard time believing that his roommate didn't have a medical degree, because Dean could diagnose injuries just as well as any doctors Derek knew… And this kid was his own age! Derek was willing to bet that that was one of the reasons he had never seen Dean without a shirt on…

He had seen his legs at one occasion or another. I don't do shorts. Derek would probably remember that the rest of his life… Just like himself, Dean had problems sleeping, but Dean had this need to get up and move around when he couldn't sleep. Once Derek had woken up while Dean wandered around in a T-shirt and boxer shorts. His legs matched his arms exactly, there were all kind's of scars… Burns, cuts, bites!?, and something that Derek only guessed to be a couple of old shot wound. He hadn't thought it through before he had asked how he had gotten them. The answer Dean gave was very Dean-like. Was a troubled kid I guess, that's why I don't do shorts. They had never spoken of that again… At least not yet…


Okey, I guess I could have done that a lot better... But I couldn't muster the strength...
I think of introducing Derek to the supernatural in the next chapter... What do you think about that?

Let me know!