Yeah, I don't know why. [ Why he's helping, that is. ] Now stop moving.
[ It isn't easy work, fishing a bullet out of someone. Like, Dean's done it, a lot, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt or that he particularly likes it. His hands will quickly be slick with blood that he absently wipes on his jeans before going back to his task at hand. He's leaned in close, face hovering over the wound, squinting as he works. ]
It's necessary. [ Dean answers Castiel absently, pausing long enough to glance up, lips twisted in some unreadable expression. ]
You need a hospital, but unless you've got hidden transfusion supplies in this pimpmobile, you're gonna have to just get some sleep and wait for your blood to replenish.
[ If he makes it.
Dean is aware of Cas' hand gripping the dirty jacket he's wearing, but Dean doesn't pay him any mind. He's biting his lower lip in concentration, carefully, as gently as possible, fishing the bullet out of Castiel's shoulder. He's almost there, almost... ]
Got it. [ He holds it up, then takes it and sets it in Cas' lap. ] A souvenir.
[ Another drink is needed - for the both of them - and he's setting the flask down on the floorboard and wiping the needle down with an alcohol pad to sterilize. ]
If you make it through the blood loss, the biggest worry will be infection. We'll have to keep this clean, okay? [ He's talking as he's threading the needle; regular fabric thread isn't thick enough to hold skin together, but he's used dental floss often enough to know that it'll do the trick. Plus - added bonus! It'll smell nice and minty. ]
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[ It isn't easy work, fishing a bullet out of someone. Like, Dean's done it, a lot, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt or that he particularly likes it. His hands will quickly be slick with blood that he absently wipes on his jeans before going back to his task at hand. He's leaned in close, face hovering over the wound, squinting as he works. ]
It's necessary. [ Dean answers Castiel absently, pausing long enough to glance up, lips twisted in some unreadable expression. ]
You need a hospital, but unless you've got hidden transfusion supplies in this pimpmobile, you're gonna have to just get some sleep and wait for your blood to replenish.
[ If he makes it.
Dean is aware of Cas' hand gripping the dirty jacket he's wearing, but Dean doesn't pay him any mind. He's biting his lower lip in concentration, carefully, as gently as possible, fishing the bullet out of Castiel's shoulder. He's almost there, almost... ]
Got it. [ He holds it up, then takes it and sets it in Cas' lap. ] A souvenir.
[ Another drink is needed - for the both of them - and he's setting the flask down on the floorboard and wiping the needle down with an alcohol pad to sterilize. ]
If you make it through the blood loss, the biggest worry will be infection. We'll have to keep this clean, okay? [ He's talking as he's threading the needle; regular fabric thread isn't thick enough to hold skin together, but he's used dental floss often enough to know that it'll do the trick. Plus - added bonus! It'll smell nice and minty. ]