A/N This chapter is dedicated to DeansBabyBird who got me into these drabbles. She is amazing at blending humor with hurt. Here's my lame attempt at the funny Dean whump. Hope it works. Enjoy!
Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining
During a shootout between some ignorant but well-meaning cops and some demons, Dean got caught in the crossfire and was shot in the buttocks. The bullet grazed both cheeks and needed stitches.
Lying on his stomach, Dean gripes bitterly, "Fucking humiliating."
First aid kit in hand, Sam grins while consoling his wounded brother, "Has to be done."
"This whole damn job's been a pain in my ass!"
"Literally," Sam chuckles.
"Shut up."
"Hey, could be worse."
"How?" Dean demands petulantly.
"Could've been facing the other direction."
After a beat, the implication sets in and Dean suddenly pales, shifting uncomfortably, "Touché."