"You flinch like that again Dean, and it's gonna hurt like a son of a bitch." Sam scolded, as he tried to get a look at Dean's injury.
Dean turned his head and buried it into the pillow, lying face down on the bed.
He was mortified that Sam had to help him.
"Just hurry up Sammy, get it out."
"Almost got it. Ahhh, there it is," Sam chuckled.
"Good as new, just like a baby's bottom." Sam couldn't resist the jab.
After all, it wasn't every day he had to take a splinter out of his brother's butt cheek.