After the Hunt (Supernatural Fanfic)
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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: After the Hunt
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Gen (Dean+Sam+Cas)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 499
Summary: Sam takes care of Dean after being injured during a hunt.
Author’s Note: Written for a prompt at comment_fic: Supernatural, the brothers, comforting each other after a rough hunt. Yeah, I know, Cas wasn’t mentioned in the prompt but you know our sweet baby angel face wouldn’t be far if Dean was injured.
“What the hell are you doing,” Dean asked, jerking his arm away from Sam’s probing fingers.
“Checking your wound,” he said, unperturbed. He took hold of his brother’s arm again, pulling it gently towards him. “I want to see if it’s stopped bleeding yet. If it hasn’t…”
“Yeah, yeah,” Dean muttered. “I know. Doctor. Stitches. All kinds of bullshit questions we can’t answer.”
“We can answer them,” Sam laughed, peeling back the gauze pad he’d put over the cut on Dean’s arm. “They might lock us up in a completely different sort of hospital if we do.”
Dean chuckled. “Isn’t that the damn truth. How’s it look?”
“Better,” Sam admitted, swabbing the wound with peroxide and grimacing when the usually stoic Dean winced. “Still bleeding a little, but it’s mostly stopped for now. I think we can avoid the hospital for one more day.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Dean said, moving to stand.
“Sit,” Sam said. “I sent Cas for food and I think I heard his truck pull up just now.”
With a sigh, Dean settled back into the couch. He could get used to being catered to like this, even though he was pretty certain it wasn’t going to last.
“I have cheeseburgers,” Castiel said, setting several bags of food on the coffee table in front of Dean. “I was not sure if you wanted bacon or cheese or both, so I purchased several of each.”
Dean couldn’t repress the grin on his face. “You did good,” he said, reaching for a bag. “Hah,” he cheered. “Sammy, you need to send Cas out for food more often.”
“Why is that,” Sam asked, sounding as if he were afraid to know the answer.
“He got fries and onion rings,” Dean said, holding up a carton of each.
“Of course he did,” Sam laughed. He set a bottle of beer down in front of Dean and settled himself on one side of his brother.
“I wasn’t sure which you preferred,” Cas admitted.
“If it’s fried, Dean will eat it,” Sam said. “Sit, keep us company.”
Castiel sat and waited until the Winchester brothers had divided up the food and began eating. “How is Dean’s arm?”
“Much better,” Sam said, giving his brother a fond look. “Not as much blood as before.”
“Not getting rid of me that easily,” Dean said, shoving a fry into his mouth. “Either of you.”
Sam made himself comfortable on the couch, one shoulder bumping into Dean’s as he moved, their feet touching where they rested on the floor. It was an easy sort of rhythm that they both knew so well. They weren’t the kind to fall all over each other anytime something bad happened. Simply being close enough to steal each other’s food was enough for them. This might look odd or uncaring to others, but it was the way Winchesters comforted each other – food, beer, and a bit of personal space invasion.
Maybe it was weird, but it was how they worked.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Gen (Dean+Sam+Cas)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 499
Summary: Sam takes care of Dean after being injured during a hunt.
Author’s Note: Written for a prompt at comment_fic: Supernatural, the brothers, comforting each other after a rough hunt. Yeah, I know, Cas wasn’t mentioned in the prompt but you know our sweet baby angel face wouldn’t be far if Dean was injured.
“What the hell are you doing,” Dean asked, jerking his arm away from Sam’s probing fingers.
“Checking your wound,” he said, unperturbed. He took hold of his brother’s arm again, pulling it gently towards him. “I want to see if it’s stopped bleeding yet. If it hasn’t…”
“Yeah, yeah,” Dean muttered. “I know. Doctor. Stitches. All kinds of bullshit questions we can’t answer.”
“We can answer them,” Sam laughed, peeling back the gauze pad he’d put over the cut on Dean’s arm. “They might lock us up in a completely different sort of hospital if we do.”
Dean chuckled. “Isn’t that the damn truth. How’s it look?”
“Better,” Sam admitted, swabbing the wound with peroxide and grimacing when the usually stoic Dean winced. “Still bleeding a little, but it’s mostly stopped for now. I think we can avoid the hospital for one more day.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Dean said, moving to stand.
“Sit,” Sam said. “I sent Cas for food and I think I heard his truck pull up just now.”
With a sigh, Dean settled back into the couch. He could get used to being catered to like this, even though he was pretty certain it wasn’t going to last.
“I have cheeseburgers,” Castiel said, setting several bags of food on the coffee table in front of Dean. “I was not sure if you wanted bacon or cheese or both, so I purchased several of each.”
Dean couldn’t repress the grin on his face. “You did good,” he said, reaching for a bag. “Hah,” he cheered. “Sammy, you need to send Cas out for food more often.”
“Why is that,” Sam asked, sounding as if he were afraid to know the answer.
“He got fries and onion rings,” Dean said, holding up a carton of each.
“Of course he did,” Sam laughed. He set a bottle of beer down in front of Dean and settled himself on one side of his brother.
“I wasn’t sure which you preferred,” Cas admitted.
“If it’s fried, Dean will eat it,” Sam said. “Sit, keep us company.”
Castiel sat and waited until the Winchester brothers had divided up the food and began eating. “How is Dean’s arm?”
“Much better,” Sam said, giving his brother a fond look. “Not as much blood as before.”
“Not getting rid of me that easily,” Dean said, shoving a fry into his mouth. “Either of you.”
Sam made himself comfortable on the couch, one shoulder bumping into Dean’s as he moved, their feet touching where they rested on the floor. It was an easy sort of rhythm that they both knew so well. They weren’t the kind to fall all over each other anytime something bad happened. Simply being close enough to steal each other’s food was enough for them. This might look odd or uncaring to others, but it was the way Winchesters comforted each other – food, beer, and a bit of personal space invasion.
Maybe it was weird, but it was how they worked.
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