A little hurt!Dean for you girls out there who like that kind of thing. You know who you are ;). Pre-series. Young-ish Dean.
Don't own 'em.
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He lay still beneath the bed.
He'd fucked up, blown cover, got himself hurt.
Shoulda been more careful.
Never mind it was only his second hunt.
"More brain less bravado." His dad was always saying.
Trouble was Dean breathed bravado.
Caleb had dragged him here, shoved him into dust bunny hell with a harshly whispered, "Stay put and be real quiet hear?"
That left him alone, trying desperately to ignore the increasing pressure in his bladder. The scritch-skitter under the filthy floorboards.
And the fogginess in his head that grew along with the puddle of sticky-wet seeping from his side.