DISCLAIMER: I just like to play with those pretty boys. Meaning – no one pays me.
PROMPT/LENGTH: Cover/100 words
WARNINGS/SPOILERS: None
NOTE: Because some of you asked, it's continued from last chapter. Dean is 19, Sam is 16…Sam got hurt hunting that skin walker.
Pain
Dad leaned over me; whispered orders in my ear. "Get better. You will be okay, Sammy. Hang on son."
Tears ran from my eyes and wet the bandages on my cheek. "Hurts…Dad…ev'rythin' hurts."
I wasn't lying. My throat hurt, my head pounded with each breath, ribs, back, legs and arms… every part ached and throbbed. Each pain capable of taking my breath, all of them together were almost unbearable.
"He's awake…" I heard the nurse smile.
Dad growled. "He needs something to cover the pain."
"Shh, it'll be better soon ." Dad assured me.
Fuzziness, Dean's tense face; then nothing.