Disclaimer: Nope! No one was mine.
Word of the week: Wall
Betas: My much loved bia1007 and PsiChic
Word count: 100 (on the dot!)
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It was hot and damn, he was thirsty.
Cracking his eyes open was not the smartest idea as it caused his head to pound even harder.
So he tried moving with his eyes closed - lousy idea because his sense of balance was way off. He couldn't even tell which side was up. When his face hit a hard surface, he thought he had banged against the wall.
"Hey Dean?" Gentle hands grasped his shoulders.
'Hey.'
"Come on dude!" With one strong heave, he was pulled from the cold surface. "Up onto the bed now."
'Up? Oh! It's not the wall.'
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End
a/n: You think I'm going to let Sam get away with this. No way! Check out the next chapter, hehe *grins devilishly*