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Title: "Bloody Noses and a Brother, Nurturing"

Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: Mature

Pairing(s): Sam Winchester x Dean Winchester

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Word Count: 502

Prompt: hurt!Sam

Written for: Wincest Writing Challenge - March/April 2017

Originally posted: April 15, 2017

They had endured through many injuries and wounds obtained from all sorts of monsters, quite a few of those having been potentially fatal. It seemed like it would make sense to assume that while they were not on a hunt, that they did not have to worry about getting hurt but Dean was so very wrong.

I guess that is what he got for making assumptions. Though, to be fair, it was not him that ended up hurt but Sam. They had just been running another one of their cons at the pool table and the biker that they had been playing against would not accept defeat.

The man was pissed and struck out at the thing standing closest to him at the moment, which turned out to be Sam. The biker landed several hits on his baby brother until Dean had managed to pull him away and got the hell out of the bar as fast as they could.

Sam had collapsed onto the bed, mentally exhausted by the endeavor, and Dean hovered over him to inspect his face for injuries. What stood out to him the most was the blood caked over his lip and around his nose.

“Do you think it’s broken?”

“I don’t know, De.” Sam sunk his head deeper back into the pillow and sighed.

“You want me to kiss it all better?” Dean joked in order to help lighten the mood.

“Oh, please, your lips aren’t that magical.” His younger brother rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t hear you complaining when I had them wrapped around your cock. Though, I could have been mistaken, kinda hard to tell with all that noise you make.” He gave Sam a toothy grin then next thing he knows there is a pillow flying at him from the bed. It landed right against his chest and bounced off onto the floor.

“You’re ridiculous.” Sam grumbled, resting his arm over his forehead.

“You wouldn’t have me any other way.” Dean responded lightly before turning serious, “But tell me the truth, do you need a doctor to check that nose out?”

“I will be fine…it’s not like you can put a cast on a nose…I just need to be careful and let it heal.”

“Alright but if it doesn’t get any better than I’m dragging you to a doctor, whether you like it or not.”

“And here I thought you were going to suggest that you dress up like Dr Sexy and give me an examination.” Sam laughed and Dean’s eyes lit up at the idea.

“Oh, I think that I like the sound of that.” Dean winked then rose up from the bed to grab a damp towel to gently wipe away the blood from Sam’s face. He was diligent to not apply too much pressure, lest he aggravate Sam’s injury.

“There, almost good as new.” Dean beamed after he managed to remove most of the blood from his brother’s face.

“Thanks.” Sam managed out before he abruptly fell asleep.