Injuries the brothers can cope with; illness, trauma, PSTD? They've done it all with knobs on.
But this? Well ...
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and I've said it before; they should be very thankful about that ...
Genre: Humour/Hurt Comfort
Warnings: no spoilers, a few mildly naughty words
Word Count: 9,000
Link to my fic on FF.net - enjoy :)