Disclaimer: I do not own the wonderful Winchester boys. How I wish Dean was mine...
A/N: I had the urge to write something with Dean & Bobby and thus this was born. Set during season 2, I suppose. No spoilers and enjoy :D
Drabble Word: Scratch
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"Hey, thanks Bobby." Dean wheezed out, slumping against the chair. "Ever think about being a part time nurse?"
"It's crossed my mind a few times." He shot back fluidly, ignoring the wide grin beaming at him. "Okay, let me take a look at you now."
"Wait, wait. How's Sam?"
"He's fine kid. Some scrapes and a dislocated shoulder, that's all." Bobby spoke slowly, worried at the look of cloudy green eyes. "C'mere."
"M'fine Bobby. Just a little scratch." Dean batted weakly at the calloused hands pulling him over. "Double check on Sam. He got thrown around pretty good."
"Yeah and from the looks of it so did you." Bobby ground out. He pushed aside bloody hands and lifted the thin t-shirt. He grimaced, swearing under his breath.
"Last time I checked, a scratch wasn't another name for a big gaping hole, you idjit."
Dean smiled sheepishly.
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