Challenge Word: Rock
Word Count: 100 on the money
A/N~This is my very first attempt at a Drabble challenge. Hopefully it works :) Enjoy!
The midnight breeze cooled sweaty flesh as Dean lay on his back beside the flaming grave: chest heaving, rock digging into his shoulder, bruised lump rising above one eye.
Sam flopped down beside him, lanky arms and legs sprawling. "Salted and burned bro. Can't believe she got one up on you. That's going be one helluva shiner!"
"Whatever…I had her dude." Dean grumbled, huffing as he pushed to a sitting position. "You distracted me!"
Sam shot him a grin "Sure I did. It had nothing to do with the fact that our ghost was smokin' hot. Nope. Nothing at all."
