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31st-May-2012 04:34 pm
drabble, gen

Dean peels the clothes from his body, hissing in pain when he jars his injured shoulder, pulled too far back in a sudden act of aggression that had surprised Dean as much as he had been expecting it. He steps into the tub under a spray of water and washes the blood from his body, grimacing when hot water splashes against particularly sensitive wounds. Sam lays asleep in the next room, unaware of where Dean has been for the last four hours.

In the morning Sammy will eat, though, and Dean figures a few scrapes and bruises is worth it.
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