Opening Line of the Week: "The first one was intense, the second knocked him off his feet"
A/N: For monkeymuse's birthday! Happy Birthday! A lot was edited out here. Picture prodding fingers, careful at Dean's ribs, and Dean, surrounded by the Impala and Sam, filled with pain, thinking, "I'm already home."
The first one was intense, the second knocked him off his feet, sent him through the banister. Sam's there, rock salt and silver rounds.
Sam's fingers find a six-inch splinter between his ribs.
Sam's arm's around his waist. Forever later he's lowered to the passenger seat, Sam grips the wood.
"Worse before it's better." Dean looks at the blood-soaked gauze, tweezers pulling out slivers. "Can't have it infected."
"S'okay." Dean focuses on Sam's palm, warm against his hip. Breathes deep as Sam pours on alcohol, adds antibiotic, gauze, tape. "That'll hold."
Forty minutes, eight stitches, and Sam, steady and sure.