Challenge Word: fervor.
Bonus: Beat up Dean, complete with bleeding.
A/N: Dean, much like his father before him, is awesome. This started with the summary, and then mutated from there. The title is some convoluted blasphemic mish-mash of Jesus, the wild west, and a reference to Dean's unrivaled wit. In this drabble, Dean tries to retain his badass-ness in the face of potential unconsciousness.
Summary: E/O Challenge: fervor. --Dean Winchester has only one speed: badass.-- Happy Birthday, Helen Bache!
Jesus Rides Again
Dean stood- broken, bleeding, mildly concussed- at the foot of a steep hill. Rain pelted his tired frame as he looked down at the body of the skinwalker resting near his boots. Really, he hadn't come out of it too much worse for wear.
Bending to retrieve his silver knife with all the fervor of a feeble old woman, he turned when the wet slap of mud alerted him to Sam's presence. Straightening his back, he resumed standing stoically over the monster's rain-washed corpse.
"Jesus..."
"Nope; but I see where you might get confused."
"Ass."
Dean grinned.