"The hell am I doing here, Sam?"

"You wanted to come. Go to the ER, you said." He thumbed Dean's morphine pump.

"You liar. Now I'll… just, mmm." He smiled and blearily looked for the call button. Pushed it.

"You need something?"

A cheery nurse bustled in. "Yes?"

"M'little brother," Dean slurred, "Has a splinter."

"No. Dean, I'm fine."

"Needs help." Dean brushed away imaginary tears. "Please." Clamping a hand on Sam's injured arm, he squeezed.

Sam yelped involuntarily. "You jerk."

The nurse pulled back Sam's bloody sleeve. "I'll get the doctor."

"Wait—shit, Dean."

Big smile. "Payback's a bitch."

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