Challenge word; Sprained
Word count; 100
No spoilers
Sam saw her approaching Dean, who was leaning semi-conscious on a tree. Eyes wide with panic, the sixteen-year-old sprinted forward, putting his lanky form between the creature and his brother.
"Don't you touch him," Sam growled, flamethrower an inch from her nose. The forest spirit's lovely features twisted into a snarl, and Sam didn't hesitate to let loose a torrent of flame in her face.
After the screaming subsided, Sam dove for his brother. "You okay?" He asked, shaking hands exploring Dean's back and head. Dean winced, tried to bat Sam's hands away, then acquiesced when he saw Sam's face.
AN;; ...let's just say Dean sprained something, and that's why he was leaning on the tree. Happy Birthday, Madd Aless! :D