Word Count: 100 on the nose. Pay no attention to that wonky FFnet word counter.

Summary: E/O CHALLENGE. Drabble word: emergency. Hurt!Dean in the ER. 'nuff said.

Dun't...don't need this... 'm okay...

They don't listen. Tee shirt's sliced in two, pulled off. Jeans too. Ripped up, slick with blood.

Dean shivers. Cold.

damn 'mergency room…let me up…friggin' needles... lea' me alone….

He's warm again, flying high. Can't feel his legs. Right arm feels funny.

get your fuckin' hands off me…

Dad's rough hand tight on his shoulder.

'm fine...

Sammy's there too, just beyond reach. Even with his eyes closed Dean can feel Sam's bitchface. It's not Dad's fault, even though Sam thinks it is.

"Stay with me, Dean," Dad rumbles softly. "Stay with me."

Dean does.