Imagine fixing Sam up after a hunt...
“You need to snap it back in Y/N, it’s dislocated, it’ll be fine,” Sam said through gritted teeth.
“I’m not so sure, Sam, look, there’s a perfectly good hospital less than 20 minutes-”
“I’ve had it before, it’s fine. Just do it.”
You looked at the odd angle that his bone was poking out at and took a deep breath. It wasn’t the first time you’d put a dislocated joint back, but it was the first you had had to do it for Sam and you didn’t want to hurt him.
“Alright, but just so you know, I really don’t want to hurt you and this definitely won’t be a walk in the park.”
“Just stop talking and do it.” He said with a quick, tight lipped smile.
“On the count of three then? One-” you didn’t give him chance to tense himself before you clicked it back into place with a resounding crack.
Sam let out a loud yell, throwing his head back.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Are you okay? Crap. Who am I kidding? I just moved your bone. That’s not helping, is it? I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Sam grunted out, with a short laugh, his hair sticking to his forehead with the fresh sheen of sweat.
“I don’t even have any painkillers or alcohol anything and I don’t think they stock motel rooms with frozen peas. Anything else I can do?”
“Just keep talking to me.”