Word count: 100 on the nose
Summary: E/O CHALLENGE. Drabble word: Chest. A concentrated dose of Hurt!Dean, Hurt!Sam and the angst of one slightly over medicated Samuel Winchester, for Muffy, while she recovers from surgery.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. This is for entertainment purposes only, not for profit.
"Three," John gritted. Bobby tightened his hold on Dean's shoulders. John gripped the metal spike in Dean's left shoulder, pulled it out, quick and brutal.
Dean didn't scream.
Sam watched it all hazily. Good painkillers for once; he barely felt the broken bones shifting in his right arm. Dean's eyes rolled white as he fainted, bloody, limp, on the table.
John and Bobby went to work. Dean's chest rose and fell, slow, steady.
Sam didn't need any further proof. He hated this life.
I'm leaving first chance I get, bro'. And I want you to come with me.