Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine.
Challenge Word: Kit
Word Count: 100
¡Hola, amigos! It's been a while, hasn't it?
Sam ninja-d his way across the dark room towards the tense form on the bed, prepping the syringe and needle in his hands with unfortunate ease.
"Kit needs restocking. I know you hate this stuff, but it's all that's left." Sam murmured as he gently dropped down next to the bed.
A soft tuft of air escaped Dean's lips with a slight whimper on the tail end, his palms firmly pressed against his eyes and fingers slowly tugging at his hair.
"Five minutes, ok? Just five more." He promised, injecting the medicine.
Ten minutes later, Sam raided the closed pharmacy.