A/N: So, I don't know if I'll ever write a drabble again, but I did this week because it's Phoebe's birthday (HAPPY BIRTHDAY PHOEBE!) and she deserves it because she once suffered through one of my fics THREE TIMES. And it was very painful for her. I also wanted to see if I could write a drabble that was exactly one sentence long because, well, I'm a big fan of rambling sentences.
Also… Brian Johnson is the leader singer of AC/DC.
In a dry county there's no booze to kill pain so Sam uses his knees to restrain his moaning-then-groaning-then-yowling big brother, mostly sterile pliers digging and digging until the stubborn bullet pops free from his chest with a sickening squelch and hours later Dean is deliriously garbling AC/DC's "Big Balls" which is kinda cute at first but after thirty nonsensical verses Sam presses his cool forehead to Dean's feverish temple and whispers "please, bro, please shut up" but Dean mistakes Sam for Brian Johnson and giggling pink-cheeked like a little girl he requests an autograph: "Pretty please?"