A/N:My beta for this drabble was Merisha. She is helping me improve my writing skills. Enjoy and let me know what you think.

Wounded.

Dean let out a grunt of pain as a fist connected with his jaw. Then a knee to the gut had him doubled over, gasping for breath. Slowly he managed to stand up straight, just to receive another punch to the jaw, splitting his lip. He spat out a mouthful of blood before a swift kick to his abdomen knocked him to the concrete. His attacker circled around him as he lay there bleeding and breathless, all his injuries finally taking there toll. He couldn't help but wish that he and Sam hadn't gotten into that fight earlier. Dean struggled to sit up, wanting to at least go out fighting. A vicious kick to the head knocked him back down, and just when his attacker was going in for the kill, he watched through blurry eyes, as his head was hacked off, making a gory arc through the air. The vampire's body crumbled to the ground. Standing alongside the remains was Sammy, holding a bloody machete. He lowered the machete and walked the few feet to stand before his brother. Dean grasped Sam's offered hand. "Thanks."Sam smiled, "Anytime."

Once on his unsteady feet again, he begrudgingly accepted Sam's help back to the motel to treat his aching wounds.