Happy birthday Onyx Moonbeam!!
"You're a butcher," Dean said, wincing as Sam pulled a bullet from his brother's arm.
"At least you're alive. Here," Sam pressed some gauze onto the wound to stop the bleeding. "Put some pressure on this while I get some bandages."
Dean took a swig of Jack Daniels as he held the gauze to his arm.
"If you would have shot the damn thing when I told you to, I wouldn't be bleeding right now!"
"It shifted into Mom, Dean. How am I supposed to shoot Mom?"
"It wasn't Mom. It was a monster, and it deserved to die."