Title: Stay Still
Author: Enkidu07
Disclaimer: These characters are still not mine.
A/N: Apparently it is a night of self-gratification. I feel like there's one more in me.

"Stay still," Sam orders, yanking Dean's foot back down the bedspread.

"Stop touching it," Dean snaps back, pushing his whole body up the bed.

Sam palpates the edges of the wound on the bottom of Dean's foot, grip tight. Dean pulls hard, hears the air whoosh out of Sam lungs when his abdomen hits the edge of the mattress.

"Dean," Sam growls, "cut it out. You're getting blood all over the bed." Sam recaptures his injured limb.

"Butterfly strips?" Dean asks hopefully, leg tense, ready to jerk away if necessary.

Sam cocks his head, gives him a look that is either pity or exasperation, then refocuses on his foot. "You've sliced it good but I think the skin is too thick for stitches."

Dean pulls, pushes with his good foot, clips Sam in the chest. "Huh uh. No way. Get off."

"Dean, I said no stitches. I think we need to superglue it."

Dean slumps back onto the bed, feels sweat dripping down his temple. His back is soaked.

"I can glue it but you're gonna have to stay still. Stop fighting me and don't kick me again."

Pain slices up Dean's leg again, he yelps and scrambles back, "What are you doing?"

"It's just alcohol. I'm not sealing the germs in. Give me your foot. You're making a mess."

Dean watches the blood tinted alcohol drip on the bed. "That hurt."

"It's a little cut. I have to clean it. Don't move this time. And don't kick me." Sam warns.

Dean grips the covers hard and does not kick the little bastard in the face when he pulls open the wound to clean away any debris.

"Good. I'm gonna dry it next. Don't move."

Dean holds his breath while Sammy blots it dry, relaxes a little when it doesn't really hurt.

"Here's the glue. Stay still." Sam's grip on his foot is tight. There's a little sting and then Sam sits back, hair askew, rubs at his chest. "Done."

"Is it dry?"

"Yeah. Looks okay. Just don't split it open again. Just. Sleep or something."

Dean squirms around and tries to get a look. The sole of his foot is a little red and stained with blood but the cut's no longer seeping and the edges are sealed tight. He lets out a whoosh of air.

"Sleep I can do." He looks up at Sam and grins, "You wanna share my bed? I promise not to kick."

He chuckles when the pillow hits him in the face. His brother is so easy.

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