Title - Misplaced

Author - sholot

Disclaimer - the boys aren't mine

E/O challenge word - chest

Additional challenge - blood, impalement, chest wound

AN - hope you get well soon, Muffy Morrigan. And enjoy the fic.

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"Dude, let's go."

"Wait, Dean. Let me take a look at that."

"I'm fine, Sammy."

"Dean." Bitchface.

Sigh. "Fine, but make it quick."

Rustle.

"Holy shit."

Poke prod.

"Dude, quit fondling my chest."

"You call this fine?!"

"Just a flesh wound."

"Dude. A pipe. Is impaling you."

"You're the bloody one."

"Head wounds always bleed like fountains."

Poke poke.

"Doesn't this hurt?"

"Hmm. Nope. Can't really feel it. Or anything. All nice and numb."

"Dean – "

Wavers.

"Whoa, easy there."

"Told ya we needed to go."

"Right. The car. Then the hospital."

Mumble. "Don't wanna."

"Too bad. We're going."

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