NOTE: 3/31 - Finally, I can post again! I'm posting this seperately because it got a little lost before.
It's Dizzo's birthday and it's time to celebrate with a little prank war! I had fun writing this because there was a lot of history to fit into 100 words! Or 103 words in my case! I hope you enjoy it, Dizzo!
Blue/Blood
Sam should've been scared by the blood dripping down his face, the metal crushing his side, but he was focused on Dean's hands, not violent indigo of the skin, but that they were moving.
Sirens converged on the wreckage.
The world dissolved into too-bright lights, too much sound. Squeaking steel and screaming brothers. The medics panicked, examining Dean with confused frenzy. Tingling fingers curled around the hand squeezing his. "…d-dyed h-hands blue…it was…stupid j-joke."
Dean had ranted about the escalating pranks when they'd crashed. Therein lies the rub, Sam thought, because Dean's hands might have been blue, but Sam's had blood on his.