Disclaimer: This is a transformative work of fiction based on the original creation of E. Kripke. Written for fun, not profit.
E/O CHALLENGE
A/N: No Birthdays? I'm posting this one solo – but in future weeks will go back to posting under my ubiquitous More Drabbles story – consider this a sign post to same! LOL!
WOW: Sore
Word Count: 100 on the nose, baby!
Letting the door swing shut, Dean sagged against the wall. He ran a hand down his face, streaking mud, sweat and blood. He briefly considered simply unlocking his knees and sinking to the floor.
He hurt everywhere – inside and out. Hunting alone sucked.
Except...
Smiling slowly, he groaned and pushed off the wall, letting his momentum carry him all the way into the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later he groaned again, this time in pleasure, luxuriating in the almost too hot water, sore muscles relaxing. Another swig of whiskey and he closed his eyes, sinking more deeply into the heavenly bubbles.