FEEL / HOLD / TOUCH
Trawling back through the FF.Net drabble challenge words, I unearthed these three yummy tactile words and decided they were just begging to be included in a long triple drabble ...
Dean's in trouble, awesome Sam to the rescue
Rating: K+
Genre: Hurt Comfort
Word count: approx 300
Disclaimer: Sadly, own nothing, just play with it ...
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FEEL/FELT
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"I need you to keep still, dude." Sam gripped his shivering brother tightly, lifting his shirt to examine the bullet wound in his side.
Dean let out a pained hiss, bucking as Sam's trembling fingers gently felt around the wound.
Sam stared directly into the pain-glazed green eyes, "you know what I need to do, don't you?"
Panting breathlessly, Dean nodded, biting his lip, "jus' do it".
Sam patted Dean's heaving back before slowly slipping the blood soiled shirt over his brother's head.
Dean's vision began to swim as Sam picked up the sterilised tongs.
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HOLD
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"Bite on this", Sam offered Dean the screwed up shirt.
Taking in a shaky breath, Dean bit down on the damp material, gagging at the bitter tang of his own blood.
Sam gripped his brother's shoulder , holding him still before probing the wound, trying to ignore Dean's muffled gasps as he recoiled under the violation.
"Keep still, I can feel it!" barked Sam as Dean writhed and arched violently, clawing weakly at the bedclothes as Sam worked the tongs around the bullet, and pulled sharply.
"Got it!" Sam held the small bloody object in front of Dean's closed eyes.
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TOUCH
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Dean's eyes flickered open when he felt Sam pressing a pad of gauze on the bleeding wound. Licking dry lips, he swallowed back his nausea and relaxed under his brother's confident touch.
"Friggin' hurts!"
Sam grinned, "stop bein' such a baby!"
Dean flinched, hissing through clenched teeth as Sam gently explored the wound with his fingertips before pressing an alcohol soaked pad back against his side.
"Not a baby, bitch!"
"Sure you're not!" Sam smiled.
Dean glared, folding his arms defiantly. "I can take anything you do!"
"Good!" Sam produced a surgical needle; "stitches, then!"
Dean sighed, "ah crap!"
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