A/N: Yes, yes, I know its been a while. I'm getting so terribly far behind!! Still, everyone enjoys this weeks entries and I'm really, really going to try and have a longer piece out before Easter.
100 words on the dot.
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Left foot.
Hobble.
Left foot.
Hobble.
Waver…Floor.
Dean cursed as fire shot up his right leg. Sam shook his head and set the Styrofoam cups down.
"Dude, just use the crutches."
"They chafe too much," he complained, painfully maneuvering his way to the table.
"Tough. You're not even supposed to be walking yet."
"Sooner I can walk, sooner we can leave. This town sucks," Dean muttered, taking a healthy gulp of his drink. "Good coffee though."
"Starbucks special- dark roast with a little almond, little cinnamon..."
Ten minutes later, Sam settled his drowsy brother back into bed.
"…a little Percocet…"