Sam, Dean - gen or slash, writer's choice - Dean needs oral surgery. Afterward, his face/jaw is puffed out like a rabid chipmunk [cue horrified onlookers!] and Sam has to mash all his food and buy him ice cream/soup etc.
Believe it or not, I have something started already that could work here. I'll post the first bit in a sec, and the whole thing once I finish it up. :)
“Dude,” Sam says expressively, wrinkling his nose.
“Geh oo eyeint am owa air,” Dean glares.
Sam blinks at him. “I have no idea what you just said.”
Dean bites him.
“FUCK!” Sam yanks his hand back, wrapping the hem of his shirt around his bleeding finger. “Dean, what the hell?!”
“I asked you nicely to get your giant hand out of my mouth,” Dean defends.
“Oh, and it’s MY fault I couldn’t understand you.”
“Hey, you were the one playing amateur dentist. Hermie.”
Sam sighs. “Whatever. There’s more of that tooth gone than there is left.” He takes a swig from his beer bottle. “Who knew leprechauns were so handy with crowbars?”
“Bite me,” Dean spits before he thinks. ”SON OF A…” He actually goes a little green. “Damn, that hurts.” He reaches for his own beer and takes several long gulps. “Seriously. How bad is it
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For a second there, I was afraid that Sam was going to try to pull the tooth himself with a pair of pliers... And that Dean had preferred that over the actual dentist.
Plus - Hermie! And the injury came from a leprechaun! Definitely some great humor mixed in here, too :)
pulling teeth with plierstristheNovember 11 2010, 02:16:16 UTC
I have actually had a perfectly healthy molar pulled out with pliers before. He was trying to get the gold crown off, but you can't just pull a fucking crown off. I don't think he quite understood the concept of dental 'cement'. No anesthesia, no clue, just a sudden gaping bloody whole in my jaw. It was horrifically painful, of course, but truthfully the most memorable sensation, the thing that still makes me shiver occasionally when I remember it, was the distinct pull-snaps I felt as it was yanked out. I have no idea what those were; nerves maybe? Or just connective tissues, probably. It was like, when you have a handful of weeds and pull, but rather than the roots coming up the weeds just snap off at the stems? Snapsnapsnapsnapsnap and then the whole bunch is suddenly free and you land hard on your butt. That's what it was like. I fully support any desire to use that description in a fic. That would be awesome.
Sam doesn’t try to kid himself that Dean goes willingly to the local dental practice the next day, but he counts it a win that he doesn’t have to drag Dean inside
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Re: FILLED - Part 3the0neruApril 7 2010, 18:16:09 UTC
Sam almost gives himself whiplash. Dean sits up in bed as Sam comes out of the bathroom, grunts something unintelligible in Sam’s direction. “Right back atcha,” Sam replies absently, headed for his duffle and clean clothes, and then his mind catches up with his eyes (oh my God Dean’s FACE) and he double-takes, then wheels to face Dean, nearly dropping his towel. “Does… does that hurt as much as it looks like it does?” he asks, and is surprised at Dean’s confused expression.
“Does what hurt?” Dean asks, and then his hand goes to his hugely swollen jaw, barely touching before he winces. He pulls himself out of bed and shuffles into the bathroom. “Damn,” Sam hears through the door. “I look like that dude on Family Guy with the huge jaw
( ... )
Re: FILLED - Part 3the0neruApril 7 2010, 18:17:39 UTC
Dean is acutely aware of the stares he’s getting as he makes his way back through the aisles to the front doors of the supermarket. He ducks his head and stalks out to the parking lot, unlocks the Impala and drops into the front passenger seat. He’s hungry, dammit, and soup does NOT count as a meal, not when he can’t chew to eat the “chunky” soups, the ones with actual bites of steak and potato and such. Sam finally finishes the shopping some indeterminate eternity later, and Dean grouses at him all the way back to the motel, continues it while Sam heats him up a bowl of soup and puts it on the table next to a little plastic cup with his antibiotics and pain pills in it. Dean throws himself into his chair at the table and snatches the spoon up, only to freeze, blinking, at the bowl in front of him
( ... )
mwahahaha.
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“Geh oo eyeint am owa air,” Dean glares.
Sam blinks at him. “I have no idea what you just said.”
Dean bites him.
“FUCK!” Sam yanks his hand back, wrapping the hem of his shirt around his bleeding finger. “Dean, what the hell?!”
“I asked you nicely to get your giant hand out of my mouth,” Dean defends.
“Oh, and it’s MY fault I couldn’t understand you.”
“Hey, you were the one playing amateur dentist. Hermie.”
Sam sighs. “Whatever. There’s more of that tooth gone than there is left.” He takes a swig from his beer bottle. “Who knew leprechauns were so handy with crowbars?”
“Bite me,” Dean spits before he thinks. ”SON OF A…” He actually goes a little green. “Damn, that hurts.” He reaches for his own beer and takes several long gulps. “Seriously. How bad is it ( ... )
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Hahaha.
This whole thing is awesome. I'm loving it!
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Plus - Hermie! And the injury came from a leprechaun! Definitely some great humor mixed in here, too :)
Looking forward to more!
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I fully support any desire to use that description in a fic. That would be awesome.
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Haha, aw, Dean! This is fantastic! I'm loving it.
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“Does what hurt?” Dean asks, and then his hand goes to his hugely swollen jaw, barely touching before he winces. He pulls himself out of bed and shuffles into the bathroom. “Damn,” Sam hears through the door. “I look like that dude on Family Guy with the huge jaw ( ... )
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