E/O Word: Pressure
For Onyx Moonbeam.
I tried doing something dialogue heavy on top of the hurt Dean, as you requested. A huge challenge on it's own I say… I hope this is to your liking. :) And Happy Birthday!
Word count: 100
Genre: Hurt/comfort
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A gunshot rang through the air.
A scream.
"Dean? Dean!"
"GAAAH!! GOD DAMN! Sonuva—"
"Dean! Oh geez…are you okay?"
"No, I'm not—ahh—okay! The damn thing took a—ahhh—chunk out of my shoulder…"
"Shit… Here, take this and keep pressure on the wound. I'll go get the car."
"...No—err—h-hospital…"
"Damn it, Dean, you're bleeding like a stuck pig and that's going to need more than a few stitches! For once, stop being so— Dean?"
Silence.
"Hey! Don't you dare do this. DEAN!! C'mon, stay with me!"
Weary eyes fluttered open.
"Stay with me."
"…A-Always, Sammy."
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