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Whumptober 2020

Day #7; Time: 1:16pm, and yes I know I'm a day late. I'll try and get 8 posted today as well

Prompt(s): Support; carrying

Author's Note: This is short I'm sorry haha :D Hope you still like it

Today's Whumpee: Dean Winchester

Sam supported Dean back to the Impala. They'd just finished a hunt, taking out a nasty group of ghouls. One had bitten into Dean's leg. The bleeding had slowed for now, but the makeshift bandage they'd hastily wrapped around it was steadily turning bloodier.

Dean grunted with pain as Sam helped him lean against the Impala and sit down sideways on the driver's seat while he got the first aid kit out of the trunk.

"You know I had that handled," Sam said, his voice muffled as he dug through the various weapons in the trunk for the aid kit.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Dean muttered. "I just saw that one coming at you from behind and forgot about the one on the ground."

"Well," Sam began, coming over with a bottle of antiseptic and a package of gauze, "it could've been worse," he said. He knelt down and carefully unwrapped the messy injury. Sam had long given up trying to keep Dean from protecting him above himself. It was in Dean's blood, his bones, to always put Sam first, no matter the cost to others or himself.

And if Sam was honest with himself, he did the same. He had put Dean ahead of himself too many times to count. Mostly it just pissed Dean off but Sam didn't care. Dean was still here, wasn't he?

But still, despite understanding Dean protecting him, it didn't mean he enjoyed seeing his elder brother hurt or in pain.

"Quiet it down, Sammy," Dean muttered.

Sam looked up. "What?"

"Your thoughts, they're as loud as a train," Dean said. "Calm down, I'm here, I'm alright." He winced. "Well, most of me is here anyways."

Sam frowned at the bad joke. "I hate when you get hurt," he said, voicing his thoughts.

"Yeah, me too," Dean said. "It ain't fun," he joked.

Sam glanced up at his brother's face again and rolled his eyes before wrapping up his brother's leg with gauze. "We'll have to clean that better at home, but for now you should be okay," he muttered. "I do hate it when you get hurt though, you know? Ninety precent of the time it's probably because you were protecting me."

Dean shook his head. "You know I'm not gonna stop protecting you, Sammy."

"No, yeah, I know that. And to be honest…" Sam rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "To be honest, I don't want you to stop. You're my big brother. But maybe you can just try to be more careful in future? I hate having to patch you up after you get hurt by some monster that was supposed to be my kill or something."

Dean nodded after a moment. "I'll try," he said. He gave Sam a small smile. "Home?" he said, hitting the top of the car before clambering into the drivers seat.

"Oh hell no," Sam laughed. "You are not driving with a huge chunk missing out of your leg."

Dean opened his mouth to argue but then he winced again at his leg and glared at Sam.

Sam just laughed as Dean slid across the seat to the passenger seat and he got in the driver's seat.

"Just drive careful," Dean warned, resting his head against the seat and closing his eyes. It was getting darker.

Sam rolled his eyes as he started the car and the drive home. They were only a few hours away from Lebanon, should be back before midnight.

Dean was asleep within thirty minutes. His head lolled the side and found its way onto Sam's shoulder. Sam glanced at his brother and shook his head as he drove.

Lay your weary head to rest, brother.