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Whumptober 2020

Day #3; Time: 12:53am

Prompt(s): Manhandled; forced to their knees; held at gunpoint

Author's Note: Alternate scene from 13x15 A Most Holy Man. I love this episode so much, and so I thought I'd write a shorter fic today, which will be an alternate scene of that episode. When they're in the motel room investigating the case, the guy comes up behind them and pulls the gun on them, before ordering them to cuff themselves to the radiator. Sam and Dean do as asked, but continue pestering the man who continues to tell them to shut up. The guy has finally had enough and comes over, yelling at them and pressing the gun to Dean's head. Now I've always liked this scene because of the way Sam's face gets so hard and stony when the guy is pointing the gun at Dean. I feel like the only thing Sam is thinking at the moment is, "You point that thing at my brother again and I'll rip your face off."

Anyways, that's the scene I'll be changing slightly so there you go lol. Enjoy! Reviews are appreciated!

(Also I don't know if the gun the guy had was fitted with a silencer but I kind of need it to be for my story so there you go lol)

Today's Whumpee: Dean Winchester

Sam stared, his face hard and stony, at the man who held a gun on them. Two seconds ago the man had pressed the tip of it to Dean's temple, making Sam's blood run cold. Sam watched as the man walked towards the door.

"I'm gonna go call this in right now," he said, gesturing at them with the gun. "Don't you two go anywhere," he added before laughing cockily. He turned to leave the room, his hand on the doorknob.

"You know what?" he said, retreating back towards them. "Just to make sure you two don't try and follow me somehow." He aimed the gun at Dean's leg. Sam sputtered and reached out, trying to stop the man somehow, but before he could do anything, a muffled bang! rang throughout the motel room. There was a silencer on the gun, which was good Sam supposed in hindsight. It meant people wouldn't be rushing in to figure out where the noise had come from. Questions would've been asked, ambulances would have been called, and Sam and Dean's cover would have been in jeopardy.

Dean cried out in pain as the bullet entered his leg.

Sam grit his teeth in rage and managed to kick the man's knee, forcing him to crumple. His grip on the gun slackened and Sam noticed. Taking his chance, he snatched the gun away and slammed it across the man's face, knocking him out.

Sam didn't even watch him fall. Instead, he turned all of his attention to his older brother who was gripping at his leg with his free hand and biting his lip in pain. His skin was pale and clammy already after just a couple of seconds.

"Hey, hey, you're alright, just try to relax," Sam said, although his own voice was very unsettled. He took a lock pick out of his pocket and quickly unlocked his handcuffs and then Dean's. Then he focused on the wound. It was bleeding quite a lot, but as far as Sam could tell, it was only a flesh wound. No muscles or arteries had been hit.

Dean leaned up against the radiator.

"How bad is it?" he said through gritted teeth. Sam ripped away the fabric and bunched it up into a makeshift bandage.

"Just a flesh wound, I think," Sam said. "You've had worse."

Dean nodded before trying to push himself up.

"Woah, woah, woah! Dean, what're you doing?" Sam put his hands on Dean's shoulders, pushing him back to the floor.

"We gotta keep working this thing," Dean said. "This may be our one shot at actually getting this holy blood or whatever, so we need to keep after it."

"Dean." Sam put some force into his voice. His brother looked at him, mildly surprised. Sam didn't use that tone often.

He softened it slightly and continued. "I agree, okay? I do, but you got to let me clean up your leg first."

Dean grit his teeth and closed his eyes as another wave of pain washed over him. "Fine."

Sam nodded. He looked around the room for some clean bandage material and eventually just settled for cutting one of the bedsheets into strips and wrapping it around his brother's leg, but not before cleaning away the blood. He'd get Dean some pain pills when they got back to the Impala and the first aid kit they had in there.

"Okay," Sam said finally. "You think you can stand? I'll stitch you up when we're back at the car."

Dean nodded and let his brother help him off the floor. He grimaced as he tried to put some weight on his leg. Sam saw and, knowing his brother hardly ever admitted to needing help, wordlessly took one of Dean's arms and put it around his shoulders.

Sam had handcuffed the guy with both pairs of handcuffs, then used a strip of bedsheet as a makeshift gag. He wouldn't be getting out of that anytime soon.

Sam helped Dean out of the room. Luckily, the hotel seemed mostly empty now so they were able to make it outside with nobody paying them much mind.

Dean tried to keep up the brave face, but Sam could see just how much his leg was hurting him. His brother's face was even paler and was sticky with sweat.

When they finally turned the corner of the alley where they had parked the Impala, Sam felt his blood run cold yet again. Men, three of them, stood in the alley. There were no guns visible but Sam guessed they would be at a moment's notice.

"Mr. Scarpatti wants to see you two," the man who seemed to be the leader said.

Dean swallowed and straightened beside him. "I think we'll pass," he said with a cocky smile, and even now Sam was impressed at how impassive and strong Dean could make his voice sound despite having just been shot.

"Yeah, it wasn't a request," the guy said. The man closest to them pulled out his weapon and aimed it at them.

"Woah, woah, woah, okay, okay. Okay," Sam said. "Look, we'll go with you, okay? We will. Just let me take care of my brother first."

The man stared at them, taking in Dean's condition and the blood soaking the bandages on his leg. He gave a curt nod, before waving at his man to stand down. Sam gave a small of acknowledgment in turn before helping Dean to halfway sit in the backseat of the Impala.

He pulled the first aid kit out from under the backseat and tried to ignore the three figures lurking behind him as he removed the bloody bandages and stitched up Dean's injury. Dean tried to keep up the strong facade, but he couldn't help but grip Sam's arm tightly when the pain rolled over him, and he couldn't hide how he was leaning into the Impala more with every second.

Eventually, Sam managed to get bandages wrapped around Dean's leg again and had helped Dean further into the car.

"I'll drive," the leader said to Sam when he straightened up.

"I don't think so," Dean's voice said firmly from inside the car, albeit slightly slurred.

"Again, not a request."

Sam grit his teeth before leaning into the backseat of the car and pulling the Impala's keys from Dean's pocket.

"Nice car," the guy said, side-eyeing the Impala.

"Yeah," Sam said. His tone was cold. Angry. "Enjoy." He dropped the keys into the man's outstretched palm before climbing into the backseat next to Dean.

AN II: So that one was a little different from the last two lol :D But I do hope ya'll still enjoyed! I believe that the rest of the episode would've gone roughly the same, but with more hurt/comfort lol.

Also I do realize that it is technically October 4th haha :D but I was up late finishing it so it's being considered day 3 and I'll try and get day 4 written earlier tomorrow. Hope you liked!