E/O Challenge: Soak
Happy Birthday to Supernaturalbuffy! She asked for hurt or sick Dean. Always a pleasure.
Word Count: 100 each in two unrelated drabbles

Dean rolled over at the pressure on his shoulder. One of Dean's arms, following the motion, slapped Sam's knee.

It didn't look too bad. Sam's ragged exhale sounded explosive in the unnatural still of the forest

Dean was out cold… no, Dean was cold. Panicked, Sam tugged at the shirt, exposing a single deep gouge. The blood didn't soak into Dean's shirt… Sam pressed a hand on the ground. It came up red.

Bandaged and upright, Dean leaned heavily into Sam, shivering, warm breath puffing against Sam's neck. "Home soon?"

"We're almost there."

"'M'really cold, Sammy."

"No, you're just right."

Please read chapter 2.