Title: The Graze of Knuckles
Author: Enkidu07
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.
Challenge Word: Spent
A/N: Better late than never?
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A bar fight. Again. Sam will be mad, but there's nothing like the graze of knuckles on skin to relieve a little of the ache inside.
And, the guy deserves it – the girl watches them, clutching her reddening cheek where the bastard had tried to bend her to his will.
He falls too quickly and Dean stands still vibrating with energy, not yet spent enough to guarantee any sleep tonight.
Dean startles as the girl gently takes his arm and guides him away, her knuckles grazing his skin, relieving a little of the ache inside.
Soft lips. "Thank you."
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end.
