September 2011 Round
Okay guys, we're going to try something different this time around. Instead of a new round every two weeks we are instead doing monthly rounds. This way just seems much easier and sensible.
Most of the rules have remained the same, however we have made a few changes:
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Most of the rules have remained the same, however we have made a few changes:
Anonymous commenting will be accepting from now on, though there probably won't be ( Read more... )
Sam concealed his chuckle as he continued cutting Dean's slice of pizza into bite-sized pieces. "I know, man. You'll be all right in a few days."
"Doesn't matter. Hell, at least if it had happened on a hunt, it wouldn't make me feel like such a dumbass."
Dean injuring both his hands hadn't happened on a hunt, though. It happened because he fell. Well, he tripped. Over his own feet. In a diner parking lot. In order to avoid a faceplant, he tried to catch himself and in the process, sprained both his wrists and covered his fingers and palms in serious road rash. Sam had ace-bandaged Dean's wrists and coated his hands with Neosporin before covering them with gauze. It wouldn't take long to heal, but in the meantime, both Dean's hands were useless.
Which was how they'd found themselves at the rickety table in their motel room with Sam holding out a forkful of pizza in the general direction of Dean's mouth.
"Gotta be fed like a fuckin' baby."
"Open up for the pizza, De, come on, don't make me have to do the airplane thing."
"Shut the fuck up, Sam", Dean replied, but he took the bite of pizza.
Sam wished that he could get away with using his free hand to take a picture of this, but he'd really rather not spend all this time hand-feeding his brother just to get murdered by him once his hands had healed.
Still, he took an inordinate amount of pleasure in wiping Dean's face clean with a napkin once he'd finished his dinner.
Next on the list: helping Dean out of his clothes so they could go to sleep.
Or maybe not go to sleep.
Definitely helping him get his clothes off, though.
Sam didn't feel guilty about it at all. Taking advantage of a situation is all a matter of perspective, really.
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