Gee, I'll do my absolute best, despite the war wound I'm sporting.
[ Just think of it that way, Terry. Dump some rubbing alcohol on it and treat it like you're mending a hole in your pants.
Dean grunts when it's pinched together, trying not to flinch away cause it friggin' hurts. A few deep breathes and he closes his eyes and grits his teeth. Go on then. ]
[There's a strong temptation to slow down when Dean flinches, but intellectually Terry knows that'll only make this whole thing hurt more. So he forges on. Careful not to rush, doing his best not to linger or drag on. He deserves a prize honestly.]
[He's not doing too bad. Like this is deeply uncomfortable and it sucks and certainly cements the fact that he would never survive in medicine, but otherwise it's not too hard to get a rhythm going if he trusts his hands not to fuck this up.]
[That said, what Dean says absolutely makes him pause for a second there.]
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[ Just think of it that way, Terry. Dump some rubbing alcohol on it and treat it like you're mending a hole in your pants.
Dean grunts when it's pinched together, trying not to flinch away cause it friggin' hurts. A few deep breathes and he closes his eyes and grits his teeth. Go on then. ]
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What did this to you anyway?
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[ You got this, kiddo. ]
A friggin' wendigo got a good slash in on me.
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[That said, what Dean says absolutely makes him pause for a second there.]
A wendigo.
[Dean you goober, those aren't real.]
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Yeah. Nasty bitches.
[ He’s deadass serious. ]
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[You know what let's just focus on this sewing, that's fine. Wendigos are a thing now.]
Okay.
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…no. You didn’t know they exist?
[ terry ur a demon how do you not… ]
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[He sighs.]
And that's a whole thing to deal with.