Disclaimer: This is a transformative work of fiction, based on the original creation of E. Kripke. All fun. No profit. Thanks for the loan of your sandbox!

E/O CHALLENGE

WOW: Spring

Word Count: 100 on the nose.


Sam was trying really hard not to be annoyed. He was trying very hard to be as gentle as possible. Mostly, he was trying not to worry. But his finely-honed hunter's instincts were on red-alert.

Every time Sam touched a barb, Dean would almost spring off the bed. Only a couple of hours since they'd killed the monster, the wounds were already hot and oozing green fluid. Dean was shivering and sweating like he had a raging infection.

"Dean..." Sam tried again.

"No. Hospital. We're fine..."

"Why do you always spring in front of me?"

"Big feet make you slow..."