"Hey, man! You awake?!" Sam yelled as he threw himself to his knees by his brother. His heart had skipped a few beats as he saw Dean take a fall out a second story window.
"DON'T. TOUCH. ME." Dean croaked out as he rolled over to lay on his back, carefully cradling his right arm against his chest. The pain made his vision blurry, even though he hadn't hit his head.
"How bad is it?" Sam asked as he disobeyed the order Dean had given him and patted Dean down to check for other external injuries, carefully avoiding his brother's injured arm. It seemed like Dean didn't even notice that he was being touched. He just curled into something that resembled the fetal position, and stayed there. Whimpering and grunting in pain every now and then.
The pain mostly short circuit all of Dean's normal behavior, one white-hot lightning bolt at the time.
"Is it broken?" Sam soon followed up after Dean didn't answer to his first question.
"FUCK! YEAH IT'S BROKEN!" Dean growled back after a few moments of gasping for air. Sam placed a hand on Dean's back and helped his brother to sit up.
"Are you…"
"YEAH! I both HEARD and FELT it break!" Dean snapped back even before Sam had the chance to finish the question.
"Why do you even bother asking that question!?"