Shaken Not Stirred
By Carol M.
E/O Challenge…card…the boys need to get a room to patch themselves up after a rough hunt…hurt!Dean, hurt!Sam
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: None…can take place any time
Disclaimer: Don't own them, only love them
Enjoy!
Dean shut off the Impala and painfully reached for the door handle. "Alright, I'll get us a room and then we can get cleaned up."
Sam laughed and then winced, his arm coming up to cradle his ribs. "Dude, have you even looked at yourself? Your nose is like gushing blood."
"Huh?" Dean glanced at himself in the rearview mirror, grimacing at his bruised face and bloody nose. "Crap."
"Yeah. No one's giving you a room tonight, bro." Sam stiffly opened his door. "I'll go."
Dean flung his credit card at Sam. "Don't forget this."
"James Bond. Cute."
"Shut up."
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