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Title: Ache
Summary: Dean had to stitch his own wounds together. Pre-Dean/Sam, angst, blood
Author's note: Just an idea I had when I realized hospitals were life or death situations for them and neither Sam nor John were there to take care of Dean after Sam left.
The long, bleeding knife wound stung bitterly as Dean dabbed the rubbing alcohol over it. It was deep enough to need stitches, but there was no way he could manage it. The ghost had gotten his back and no amount of contortion was going to let him get a needle back there.
Groaning mournfully, Dean knew that he was going to have another thick, ropey scar to add to his growing collection. Sammy had always been better with the needle than Dean. He always had the gentle hands for it.
One handed, Dean used the butterfly bandages to close the wound as tight as he could before he bound his back and lower stomach with bandages. By the time he was finished, he was wheezing painfully on the dirty motel bed, blood in a pool on the floral comforter and ruining the only good pair of jeans he had left. Sammy should be here. Sammy should be the one stitching up his wounds, bring Dean a drink, laying with him as he suffered through pain filled nights.
But Sammy wasn't here anymore. And Dean was alone.