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: As requested in an earlier review, Dean getting stitched up. Nothing medically relevant, but I still think it's pretty magical. So... enjoy!
Summary: Not E/O Challenge, but still awesome. --There is stitching to be done, but Dean is just an awful patient.--
Backup
"Will you calm the hell down?!" Sam would fully admit that he was getting a little snippy, but there was only so much a guy could take.
First it was the isopropyl alcohol, which he'd told Dean not to touch, and had soon ended up down one leg of his jeans. There were about two teaspoonfuls left.
Then there was the random jerking any time Sam touched Dean's side too lightly, and the worryingly high-pitched giggle that inevitably resulted...
"Ungh" was Dean's only reply.
Sam sighed.
With any luck, his brother would be properly stitched up by next Thursday.