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E/O Drabble Challenge
Rating: G/K
Word: Wrench
Sam wrenched his bleeding arm out of Dean's grasp, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He could feel the adrenaline in his veins and noticed black spots crawling across his vision.
The stench of rotten fish and vinegar filled the air, and Sam swallowed back the urge to vomit. Taking a moment, he tried to connect his mouth and brain.
"I said I was fine."
He knew the words were half slurred, spoken with a tongue that was swollen and slow. He needed to sit down.
"Dude," his brother's voice was harsh and laced with concern, "you are not fine."