Hey guys, I know I haven't finished the other stories yet, but I couldn't let last night's ending go… Here's just a little squee scene…

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"Ow, Dean, watch it!" Sam hissed as Dean probed the gunshot wound in his shoulder.

"Suck it up, I wouldn't even have to do this is you hadn't gotten yourself shot in the first place," Dean griped back as a grin quirked his lips.

"I wouldn't have gotten shot if you hadn't told her that she wasn't- mmm. Shit!" Sam bit back a groan as Dean poured alcohol in the wound. A moan made itself past his clenched teeth as Dean pressed a wad of gauze pads over the hole, trying to stop the flow of blood and alcohol.

"Shh, its okay Sammy, just relax," his voice was soothing, and as he held down the pads with one hand, the other subconsciously stroked Sam's good arm, to calm him. "You okay?" He asked after a minute, the worry clear in his tone.

"M'okay," came the whispered reply. "Do what you have to," he added after a moment.

Dean nodded, and without giving his little brother a reply, reached over to the 'Winchester' first aid kit to pull it to him. Turning his back to Sam for a minute, Dean reached in the kit for the sterile needle and thread they always carried, and the bottle of Tramadol that was in the left corner.

Looking back to his brother, who had yet to fully calm, Dean sighed and then hardened his features and got to work. "M'sorry," Dean whispered, then started to pull up the edge of the gauze. He knew that he was going to cause his brother pain, but he also knew that if he didn't do anything, Sam was going to be worse off.

"Its okay," Sam whispered. He hissed as Dean pull the gauze the rest of the way off, parts of the gauze sticking to him with the congealed blood. He heard Dean's whispered apology, and though he wanted to tell him that it was okay, that he was okay, he couldn't. He settled for clenching the blanket beneath him in a white knuckled grip, and clenching his eyes tightly.

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Dean worked methodically, wincing with every groan Sam uttered, flinching at every choked cry. Using the forceps he looked around, and then pulled the bullet from Sam's shoulder, where it had embedded itself seconds after Bela had pulled the trigger. Dean eventually dropped the forceps and bullet onto the blood laden gauze pads.

He pulled the needle through his baby brother's skin with guilt weighing deeply in his mind. Every stitch tightened the painful grip on his heart, as he wished that it were him instead of Sam lying in pain on the bed.

When his little brother finally went still on the bed, Dean breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that his brother was finally out of his misery, that he wouldn't have to worry about hurting any longer.

A little while later, and Dean was applying A&D to the wound, and taping gauze in place. He slid his brother's boots off, and leaving him without a shirt, Dean pulled the covers over his little brother's still form. In a move he hadn't used since Sam was little, he lifted his hand and placed it on the side of Sam's face, and ran it over the lax features and down his neck, letting it rest when it hovered over Sam's heart.

He's alive… He's okay.

Content to just watch his brother, Dean sat down heavily on his bed, and studied the slow rise and fall of his brother's chest, before finally falling asleep himself.

END.

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A/N: So what did you all think? I just thought we needed a little chick-flick scene at the end…

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