Lana's room at 42 Blueberry Hill, Wednesday night
It hadn't taken much to convince Sam to take him to Lana's room instead of the attic, probably mostly because that was one less flight of stairs to drag Dean's sorry ass up.
It'd taken some time and more very manly squawks of pain than Dean wanted to admit to get the burn on his chest cleaned out and bandaged, but once the first aid was done, Sam helped Dean sit up against the headboard, then left him to his own devices.
Which Dean figured was just as well. He was about to eat a shit load of crow, and he'd rather his little brother wasn't around to watch.
[ooc: for Lana, Sam modded with permission.]
It'd taken some time and more very manly squawks of pain than Dean wanted to admit to get the burn on his chest cleaned out and bandaged, but once the first aid was done, Sam helped Dean sit up against the headboard, then left him to his own devices.
Which Dean figured was just as well. He was about to eat a shit load of crow, and he'd rather his little brother wasn't around to watch.
[ooc: for Lana, Sam modded with permission.]