Word Count: approx 200
The brothers in bad straights - again … stab wounds and stitches :)
Disclaimer: Don't own, just play...
Kneeling in the dank cellar, his knees going numb under the limp weight of his brother's slumped form, Sam gently rubbed Dean's clammy, grey face; alarmed by drooping eyelids fluttering over glassy unfocussed eyes.
"Stay with me, man; no sleepin', you gotta help me …" he whispered frantically, as Dean's head lolled limply across his forearm.
Placing his folded overshirt into Dean's cold hand he pressed both hard against the stab wound in his brother's blood-slicked abdomen.
Sucking in a gasp of pain , Dean's brows knotted against the sudden pressure on the wound.
"I gotcha, dude," whispered Sam, "I'll fix this …"
Sam leaned over the bed, his fingertips gently tracing the expanse of gauze wrapped tightly around Dean's midriff, smiling as his sleeping brother twitched under the touch.
"Hey bro'" whispered Sam, as he began to wipe the remaining smears of dried blood from his brother's softly rising and falling chest, "you're safe now." Rinsing the cloth, he continued his ministrations.
"That demon carved you up real bad, dude, but I've stitched you all up; you'll be fine". Sam couldn't help a smile; "an' we're gonna be able to play Tic-Tac-Toe on your belly when we get bored now!"