This week's challenge word is Twist, (twisted here). Happy Birthday, Supernoodle.
Headlights exposed the figure on the kerb as Sam stopped the Impala.
"I'm sorry..." Regret whispered as he crouched, easing his brother's battered face toward the light.
Blood ran from the open scalp wound. One vivid green eye gazed fuzzily from its sunken socket. Emerging bruising darkened from forehead to chin.
"Oh, god, you're busted up bad, Dean..." Sam felt a tiny nod against his probing fingers accompanied by an exhausted groan.
He leaned in and lifted Dean to sway on wobbly legs, bruised knuckles twisting into the fabric of Sam's jacket.
"'Home... Sam..." Dean whispered.
Sam tightened his embrace.
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