museful - an open musebox | meme comm

Sam had showered. Showered again. And then showered a third time, but he could still feel the damn hellhound blood on his skin, and he couldn't stop rubbing at his arm. Ugh. The things he did for the sake of the friggin' world, man. Seriously. This gig should come with health benefits, or at least a decent pension. And a paid vacation every once in awhile.

Eventually he dragged his ass out of the shower and changed into clean clothes, grabbed the first aid box and went to find Dean. He poked his head around the door of Dean's room, guessing that's where he would be hiding. "Gonna let me look at your wounds and redress them or you being a pissy little bitch?"