Title: Tighter
Author: Mad Server
Rating: T
Characters: Dean, Sam
Word Count: 100, on the nose
Summary: Dean likes it tight.
A/N: Ancient E/O Challenge, prompt word: "wrist."
Disclaimer: I don't own these guys.

"I like it tight."

"I know."

"Like, really tight."

"I know, Dean."

Showered, warm, hair dripping, Sam suppresses a yawn as he settles on the edge of Dean's bed. He nudges the tensor bandage into Dean's palm, still cold and red from the ice pack, then expertly unravels it as he wraps knuckles, hand, swollen wrist.

Propped against the headboard, Dean watches him work. He rubs his nose, and almost pokes his eye out with the finger splint. Again.

"Tighter, Sam."

Sam glances up, then pins it. He squeezes Dean's fingertip, watches the color come back too slowly.

"Looser. Masochist."

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