Flank Steak

Dean winced as Sam pulled his shirt up to reveal purple and painful bruising between his ribs and hip.

"Dude, this looks painful."

"Ya think?"

"That's what happens when you fall out of a tree."

"Well, I didn't do it on purpose."

Sam carefully bandaged his side in less than three minutes and laid his brother on the bed gently, pulling the covers up over his shaking body.

"Told ya you should've worn a sweatshirt."

"Bite me."

"No thanks, the ground already did."

Dean groaned and rolled over on his good side.

"Sammy?"

"Yeah?"

"I'll never eat flank steak again."