The First Time

AN: So I got three of these done in one day, but to draw it out a little I've waited to post these last two until today. Not that I think it'll take too long to write more, now that I have ideas and all. Still I don't want to bombard people. Thanks for all your support! You guys make this so worth while! I hope you enjoy this next chapter.

Dean - 10 Sammy - 6

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Supernatural

Bruised

Dean eased himself into the back of the Impala where his little brother slept, he and John had just finished a hunt, and it was time to head back to the motel and gather their things. Dad had already found another hunt a couple of counties over, this is how their summers went, never in one place for more than a week. There was no school to tie them down, though that hardly did it to begin with.

He tried not to breathe as he leaned back against the leather seat, but it was hard, his chest burned with even the smallest breaths. He'd been thrown by the creature, but had got to his feet immediately adrenalin driving away any pain he might have felt. Dean didn't have that buffer now, but he was desperately wishing his did.

"Dean?" Sammy asked from beside him, moving to sit up hair more mussed up that usual sleepy eyes peering through the darkness at his older brother.

Unable to form an answer around the pain, Dean merely nodded reassuringly, offering his brother a stiff smile.

But Sam was unconvinced, "Are you okay?" he asked, and Dean wished Sam could keep his voice down.

"Yeah," Dean managed to force out, though his voice was obviously strained as he drew and released little breaths.

"Daddy!" Sam called, "Dean's hurt!"

"I'm fine," he bit out seeing his father's eyes watching him from the rear view mirror.

"Where?" John asked ignoring Dean's statement.

"It's noth--"

John cut him off, "Where are you hurt?" he was already pulling the Impala onto the shoulder of the road, parking beneath the bright illumination of a streetlight.

"My side hurts," he admitted hating that this was becoming a real deal. They'd survived the hunt, Dean didn't want to cause problems, he didn't want to be taken off the next. He needed to help his dad.

The back door opened before Dean even realized John had got out of the car, and his hands were reaching for the hem of Dean's shirt. He looked down as the thin fabric was brought up under his arms, and saw that his left side was already beginning to bruise, the purpling marks covering nearly his entire side.

"Lay back," John instructed already pushing Dean back towards his brother. "This is going to hurt," he warned bluntly, as his fingers began probing Dean's side.

He cried out in pain trying to pull away from his dad's hands, but there was nowhere for him to go. "Easy," John said, those probing fingers finally coming to rest, "Good news, I don't think you've broke anything."

"Doesn't feel like it," Dean said blinking away tears of pain.

"Well with bruised ribs, it won't make too much of a difference," John said as he was pulling their first aid kit out from under the front seat. Dean pulled his shirt back down and tried to sit up, but the ache was still too strong.

"Is Dean okay?" Sammy asked worriedly.

"He'll be fine," dad replied pulling out a bottle of pills, he broke one of them in half, and handed it to Dean. "This'll help with the pain, it'll probably put you to sleep, don't fight it Ace."

He nodded, dry swallowing the pill and hoping it would kick in soon.

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Morganeth Taren'drel