The word this week is Crack and Dean's taken a tumble.
"Does it feel broken?"
Sam knelt on the dusty cellar floor next to Dean who lay sprawled where he had fallen surrounded by the debris of what had been the floor he had been walking on when it gave way spectacularly beneath his feet.
The elder man held his arm in close to his body, rocking slightly as he grimaced in pain.
"Mmmm...think so..."
He panted.
"Made...the...noise..."
Sam frowned.
"The noise?"
Dean nodded slowly, groaning as Sam manipulated his clearly deformed wrist.
Crack!
"T...that...n...noise..."
Dean mumbled as his eyes rolled back in his head.
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