Title: It's my party (and I'll bleed if I want to)
Author: Enkidu07
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.
A/N: This was going to be my Boston drabble. It is even 100 words. But I am not even sure if they're IN Boston... so:
E/O Challenge: well (turns out when you miss about a million drabbles, there are LOTS of words to choose from...)
"Stop bleeding already!" Sam realizes it's an absurd demand and bites his lip in frustration, needle dangling uselessly from his fingers.
Dean, already thrumming with adrenaline, takes it personally and pushes up snarling, "I'll do it myself."
"Dean." Sam's contrite. Dean's movements are erratic and more blood wells up, spills over his ribs, rivulets streaming down his belly. Sam places the bloody rag over the cut, stilling Dean's hands.
Dean avoids his gaze, cheeks flushed, stance vulnerable.
"I'm sorry," Sam murmurs, easing Dean back down.
Dean huffs, body tense.
Sam waits until he catches his eye, "Hold still, jerk."
end.