Title: Pain Builds Character, and Other Total Lies
Author: PlatinumRoseLady
Disclaimer: Don't own Dean, don't own Sam. Just own my ideas about what I'd like to do to them. But that's a different fic.
Language Warning: It was written by ne, so you know there's gonna be some cussing. I just love it when our darlin's talk dirty.
Drabble Challenge Word: "Pressure"
Word Count: 100 words. *Give the Word Count a cookie*
Players: Go to Enkidu07's page, and you'll find all the usual suspects. Resistance is futile – you will be drabbleized. We're like the Borg, only cuter.
Spoiler Alert: None. Just a hunt that didn't end so smoothly, and a present for Onyx Moonbeam. Happy Birthday!
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"Don't put any pressure on it."
"I-I'm trying – ah! SonovaBITCH!"
"Sorry, sorry!"
"'Sorry' comes later, Sam! FIX it!"
"Here."
"What's the towel for?"
"I'm gonna need both hands to pop your ankle back into place, Dean. I don't think you want the entire motel to hear what you'll be yelling."
"G-good point. One sec."
"You ready?"
A nod, then a sharp crack as bones are pushed violently back into place.
"MMMMPHH! MTHRRFCFKKRRR!" The howls of pain are swallowed by the cloth – barely.
The towel is spat out. "At l-least we got him."
A weak chuckle. "Yeah, Dean, we got him."
Author's Notes: Dean wants an extra big slice of birthday cake, Onyx. I really think you owe him one. Happy Birthday, girl!