Drabble Challenge Word: Flinch
A/N: Sorry I'm late, Hanukkah party. But latkes are yummy.
Players: We are many. Our stories are posted at the Enkidu07 and Onyx Moonbeam Drabble Challenge Community. (I own the community, and not really even that, definitely not the Winchesters.)
Sam was still as Dean wiped bloody grit from raw skin, silent at the burning alcohol.
But Sam couldn't stop the muscle spasm as the syringe pressed the local into his shoulder. Couldn't prevent the gasp as the needle pierced his flesh. The flutter of his eyelids as the knot was tied.
At the sixth stitch the drugs had worn off enough to hear Sam's indrawn breath, see him tense in preparation.
But Dean fought. And it wasn't until the finish, until the neosporin and bandage, Sam's slow release of breath, that Dean let himself flinch at his brother's pain.