Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. If I did, every dispute between Sam and Dean would be solved by an exuberant game of Ro-Sham-Bo, and there would probably be some Gay Chicken every once in a while.
Word Count: 100.
A/N: Much like butter, I am on a roll. Decided to do a special little extra drabble for this, that wasn't Challenge-related. Enjoy!
Summary: Not E/O Challenge, but still awesome. --In which Dean comes to acquire knowledge of his injury, and Sam tries to remedy the situation.-- Also, some naughty language. :D
Backup
(Still two nights ago, but a little bit later...)
"That fuckin' thing harpooned me!"
Sam wiped the sweat from his brow, and tried to keep the older man from falling off the bed with his flailing.
"...Captain Ahab... I'll white wale his ass..." Sam paused reaching for the first aid kit, not for the first time wondering if his brother just played dumb most of the time. Or it could be the multiple head injuries...
"Did we get it?" His voice was quieter now, his limbs less frantic. Sam let out a long sigh, and set to work on cleaning the wound. "Sam?"
...
"You're gonna need stitches."