Title: A Pain in the Keister

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own the boys, I just like to play with them.

Challenge Phrase: Whinge

Word Count: 178

Other Participants: Too numerous to mention.

As Sam lay down on his stomach on the gurney, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed in his current state of undress as the female doctor with the British accent assessed the bloody gash in his derriere. Noticing her grab a syringe with a very long needle attached, he tries to push himself up off the gurney.

"Un uh Sammy, that rusty nail did a good job of messing up your rump little brother. You're staying right there."

"But Deeean"

"No 'butts' about it Sammy, you're getting stitched and a tetanus shot whether you want it or not." Dean replied with a snort.

"Does he always whinge like that?" queried the British doctor as she jabbed the needle into Sam's butt and administered the lanacaine to numb the area so she could sew it up.

"Does he always what?" Dean questioned having never heard the word before.

"Whinge, you know….whine." answered the doctor.

"Only when he's hurting doc, only when he's hurting." Dean replied as he carded his fingers through Sam's hair offering what little comfort he could.

END Happy Easter to those who celebrate!