[ Dean's really glad his own bullet wound is in his arm and not his shoulder, because Castiel is holding onto him tight enough to bruise. It hurts, but Dean doesn't stop what he's doing, gently tugging Cas' skin back together, piercing it with the needle again and again.
He works quickly, because he knows it hurts like a bitch and it isn't fun, and as tempting as it is to drag it out because fuck this guy, he doesn't. Dean moves as fast as he's able, scooting closer to make sure he's got a good angle, that the wound is stitched as tight as it can be, and no more blood is lost.
Cause...man. Castiel's lost a lot.
A few more quick stitches and he's knotting it off, snipping the spare floss and tossing it aside before dumping a little more whiskey to wash away any bacteria. It's how he's treated himself over the years, it's how he treats Castiel now. He gives a final sweep of the alcohol wipe before carefully drying the area with gauze, before he unceremoniously slaps a bandage on Castiel's shoulder, gently smoothing the medical tape down and reaching to pat the hand that's clutching at his shoulder. Ow. ]
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He works quickly, because he knows it hurts like a bitch and it isn't fun, and as tempting as it is to drag it out because fuck this guy, he doesn't. Dean moves as fast as he's able, scooting closer to make sure he's got a good angle, that the wound is stitched as tight as it can be, and no more blood is lost.
Cause...man. Castiel's lost a lot.
A few more quick stitches and he's knotting it off, snipping the spare floss and tossing it aside before dumping a little more whiskey to wash away any bacteria. It's how he's treated himself over the years, it's how he treats Castiel now. He gives a final sweep of the alcohol wipe before carefully drying the area with gauze, before he unceremoniously slaps a bandage on Castiel's shoulder, gently smoothing the medical tape down and reaching to pat the hand that's clutching at his shoulder. Ow. ]
That's the best I can do, man.