Written exclusively for Rachelle. :)
Dean sat down on the bed and moaned in agony.
He was biting his cheek not to start streaming curse words at Sam.
"Lemme get your jacket off Dean, and take a better look."
It's ok, I don't think it's broken," Sam said, as he gently grabbed the cuff of Dean's
leather jacket and started to ease it off his arm.
"Sam, " Dean whined, his jaw clenched tight.
Off came the coat and a layer of skin too.
Dean was never wearing short sleeves again.
Or letting Sam close the trunk of the Impala with him standing under it.