take care of you [Sam & Dean, gen, R]

[badbastion]

Title: take care of you
Artist: badbastion
Characters: Sam&Dean, gen
Spoilers: none. Description is possibly not canon.
Rating: R
Content: blood and injuries, h/c
Summary: After a run-in with a particular nasty monster, Dean patches Sam up
Misc: Nothing like a bit of hurt/comfort to cheer you up. Thanks for chatting with me in the livestream last night, and thank you guys so much for the kind comments on my last post. I will answer you with all the hugs in the world <3






The decision by panelists is that the Winchesters went in, expecting a Wendigo. No big deal, right? What they got was the Big Daddy Wendigo, the Alpha Wendigo.

Lucky Dean's still a bit of a firebug. Lucky Sam can still take being thrown against (and up into) a few trees.

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[helena-s-renn.livejournal.com]

Oh god Yes please! *personal headcanon alert!*
This... From my & christian_howe's RPG:
(Warning ahead for wincest: reference to <18)

There was a longer scar running in an arc just under Sam's hip. Dean well remembered as he'd been the one to stitch it, somewhere around Sam's eighteenth birthday. Hitching upwards, he strained to kiss the thin line of raised skin, now silvery-white. At the time, he'd felt every prick of the needle as if it was piercing him instead. Despite his brother bleeding, in pain, their Dad stalking around in the background with a bottle and nothing but glares for either of them, Dean had been hard, so hard at having his hands on Sam for the first time in, by then, almost three years. Sam's slashed jeans and underwear had been off – hell, they'd had to peel them off that gusher of a wound – and Dean had had to pretend, for both of their sakes, that the lump under the towel covering Sam's crotch was only thanks to leftover adrenaline from the hunt. If their Dad hadn't been there, he was sure he'd have jumped Sam then... And he wished it were so. They had lost a lot of years, something most hunters had in short supply.

"Ah, Sam... It was so stupid. I thought I was doing the right thing. You know. It turned out for shit. I mean, you got a college education and we're still alive but... We spent the time alone in our own heads, loving and missing and wanting each other. So many years. I'm sorry." Dean's hand clenched convulsively into Sam's thigh muscle, and he curled his body in on itself. "I know it's water under the bridge now. But, can you forgive me?"

"Dean..." Sam's body was vibrating with part post-orgasmic haze, part emotional bliss. Having Dean in his lap, utterly relaxed and with his defenses down, made his heart throb with rapture. As much as he knew that his brother's love was sincere, Sam was only too aware that their hunters' life style wouldn't grant them many moments like this, and he intended to treasure every sub-sub-second of it.

Dean began to kiss his belly and hips, licking at one of Sam's more prominent scars. Sam shivered, remembering how Dean had stitched him up, the pain and – desire. Every time Dean had threaded the needle though his skin, Sam had perceived it as piercing his heart. It had hurt so much, yet Sam had welcomed it as the only physical closeness he and his brother were ever permitted to share. It had been one of the most intimate moments of their lives, and Dean making love to the old scar – it was the only way for Sam to describe what Dean was doing – moved him more than he could have imagined.


I second your self-prompt!!!
(Hope that didn't squick)

[badbastion.livejournal.com]

Oooooh, very nice! I can't imagine trying to do a good job of sutures with John hovering. Oh, and no worries, no squicks here!