SOUTH OF THE BORDER

WOW: Stall.

Conceptual challenge: a forced examination ...

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Dean's hurting in, um, 'that' part of the world. Sam wants to help.

Disclaimer: I don't own them, want ... but can't have. *stamps foot*

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"Dean, what? So it hurts - uh - there?"

Sam bites his lip, a pink flush colours his cheeks;

"Oh crap!"

"Nnngguuhh … "

"Sorry dude, I should take a look."

"guh … geddoff ."

There's a scuffle; Sam nurses carpet burns.

"Dean, quit stallin', let me look."

*swat*

"p-paws off ; I'll do it."

Sweaty fingers fumble at fly buttons.

*pants*

"Jeez Sam, friggin' hur's."

"dude, let me ... "

*swat*

"Dude …"

Another scuffle.

"GYAAAAAH!"

Resolute hand slips beneath worn denim; gently palpitates rock-hard, knotted flesh.

"Yep; that's a nasty sonofabitch groin strain dude ..."

...

...

"... dude?"

*terrified blink*

"Uh, you might wanna try breathing sometime, bro'."

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