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One thing she was certain of, more than anything else in the world, was that her brothers were assholes. Complete and utter ass-butts. Take Mica LoPasso for example; her first proper boyfriend and possibly the most attractive of the bunch.
He drove away and never looked back. He'd been more scared than angry, which was worse. God, she'd been in the bathroom less than five fucking minutes. When she came out, she was greeted with the sight of Dean slapping his knee like a seal and Sam desperately trying not to join in. She chased after the poor boy but all she'd ever gotten out of him was some drabble about a 'homicidal scarecrow'.
Ugh. Dicks.
Oh, and her science speech? Okay, so it probably wasn't fair to be mad at Sam too. But the little shit laughed just as much as everyone else, so he deserved the verbal smack down he got afterwards. She'd only known that biology class for two bloody weeks, but when she left all they'd remember her for was for being the girl who played porn in the background of her reproduction speech.
She couldn't deny Dean his creativity, at least. But looking back, she didn't feel anger or...resentment. She felt joy. In fact, with a couple years space to take off the sting, those memories made her really goddamn happy. See the thing about her brothers – they were dicks. Dean would never share his pie. And any teasing of Sam's tech interest resulted in the ultimate bitch face and a cold shoulder for the rest of the day. But they were family. And right now, she'd be happy to relive the porn-o-speech a hundred times over if it meant her brother's would get that damn look of their face.
It really wasn't that bad.
She meant to say the words out loud, but found that speaking was more difficult than usual, and her words came out in a bubble of blood. Sam tore open his duffle, ripping out bits and pieces in his frustration. She tried to tell him to calm down – to just, god, relax – but she couldn't. Dean re-applied the pressure on her side and the world whited out for a second. She groaned.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry but I gotta do it –" Dean, his eyes never leaving her own, called out,
"dammit Sammy, what's taking so long." Sam pulled out a needle and thread, face briefly lighting up with relief,
"I got it. Roll her over –" he turned to her, and she knew it wouldn't have been a pretty sight.
She felt her eyes begin to shut against her own accord. She felt rough hands lightly slap her face.
"You gotta stay awake for me, okay?" It was Dean, "you gotta keep your eyes open, how else you gonna see this handsome face?"
She opened her eyes. Slowly. Sam exhaled. When he spoke, she suspected it might have been more for his benefit than hers.
LWe got you, alright? You're gonna be fine –" Dean held up a bottle of wine as he spoke.
"just squeeze my hand, okay? I'm sorry but this is – this is gonna sting for a second."
