LEG UP
WOW: traction. Dean's broken his leg; he's bearing his misfortune with dignity and fortitude. No, really ...
Disclaimer: I don't own them, still sulking.
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Dean looked unnervingly small as he lay in his hospital bed swathed in bandages, bedlinen and a vast array of traction equipment elevating his fractured leg.
What didn't look small was the spectacularly pouty frown adorning his face.
"What's all this crap for?" he whinged woozily, casting a slightly cross-eyed glare at the assortment of weights and pulleys that wouldn't have looked out of place in a medieval torture chamber.
"It's for pulling and stretching your bones and muscles back into place," Sam replied patiently.
"Stretching?" Dean perked up.
Sam nodded; "sorry, dude, you still won't be taller than me though".
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