“I just-oh my god-Sammy you whacked yourself with a-a...” Dean couldn't even get the word out between his raucous laughter.
“Tee hee. Now can I please get some Tylenol and a band-aid because I am tired, my head is hurting and I'd like to go to bed if that's ok with you.”
“Alright, Alright.” Dean pushed himself off the bed, wiping the tears that leaked out when he was having his laughing fit. “You have to admit it's pretty funny.”
Sam just glared at his brother's back as he pulled out the first aid kit.
“I mean you are holding a dish towel with ducks on it.” Dean shook his head, smiling much to Sam's irritation as he popped open the first aid kit and settled down next to Sam.
“Now let me see it you big goof.” Dean gently pulled the towel from Sam's harsh grip and winced in sympathy. Sam hissed as Dean's prodded at the painful lump and felt a rush of nausea go through him.
“Geez kiddo you about took your head off.” Dean gently cleaned the scrape out with alcohol making Sam pull away in pain.
“It doesn't need stitches though.” Dean soothed, seeing already how much pain Sam was in. “Just a butterfly bandage and you should be ok. Doesn't look like you have a major concussion maybe a mild one.”
“Lucky me.” Sam grumbled, wincing again as Dean gently put the butterfly bandage over the lump.
“Take some Tylenol and I'll wake you up every hour. You know the drill.” Sam nodded solemnly, already knowing this wasn't going to be a restful night ahead, he accepted the two pills and the glass of water from Dean, eagerly washing them down.
It took awhile to wrangle himself out the suit, Dean helping him more than he would like to say. Finally Sam pulled the sheets back and sank into the motel bed. Despite how small the bed is, anything would be relief for his pounding headache.
“Hey Dean?”
Dean stopped putting away the first aid kit to turn around. “Yeah?”
“I hate ducks.” Sam mumbled, already drifting off to sleep.
Dean snorted. “Sure you do. I'll salt and burn the towel for you.”
“I just-oh my god-Sammy you whacked yourself with a-a...” Dean couldn't even get the word out between his raucous laughter.
“Tee hee. Now can I please get some Tylenol and a band-aid because I am tired, my head is hurting and I'd like to go to bed if that's ok with you.”
“Alright, Alright.” Dean pushed himself off the bed, wiping the tears that leaked out when he was having his laughing fit. “You have to admit it's pretty funny.”
Sam just glared at his brother's back as he pulled out the first aid kit.
“I mean you are holding a dish towel with ducks on it.” Dean shook his head, smiling much to Sam's irritation as he popped open the first aid kit and settled down next to Sam.
“Now let me see it you big goof.” Dean gently pulled the towel from Sam's harsh grip and winced in sympathy. Sam hissed as Dean's prodded at the painful lump and felt a rush of nausea go through him.
“Geez kiddo you about took your head off.” Dean gently cleaned the scrape out with alcohol making Sam pull away in pain.
“It doesn't need stitches though.” Dean soothed, seeing already how much pain Sam was in. “Just a butterfly bandage and you should be ok. Doesn't look like you have a major concussion maybe a mild one.”
“Lucky me.” Sam grumbled, wincing again as Dean gently put the butterfly bandage over the lump.
“Take some Tylenol and I'll wake you up every hour. You know the drill.” Sam nodded solemnly, already knowing this wasn't going to be a restful night ahead, he accepted the two pills and the glass of water from Dean, eagerly washing them down.
It took awhile to wrangle himself out the suit, Dean helping him more than he would like to say. Finally Sam pulled the sheets back and sank into the motel bed. Despite how small the bed is, anything would be relief for his pounding headache.
“Hey Dean?”
Dean stopped putting away the first aid kit to turn around. “Yeah?”
“I hate ducks.” Sam mumbled, already drifting off to sleep.
Dean snorted. “Sure you do. I'll salt and burn the towel for you.”
The End
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Poor Sam. Now I need to read a story where his height saves the day ;-)
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And Yes! His height will save the day! But right now, it's not his saving grace lol
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