Weak Ankles

by Port-of-Seas

E/O Drabble Challenge: Ankle. Dean can sure make ladies weak, but not in the knees

Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural

A/N: Don't worry! The next chapter of Hunter's Fatigue is coming, I PROMISE! Some... stuff came up in my life recently, though, that makes anything more than a drabble a challenge right now.

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"Sorry, weak ankles."

The blonde fluttered her pretty eyelashes up at Dean, who held her up after she'd conveniently 'tripped' right onto him. Dean smirked down at her, not helping her up. At the moment, any act of chivalry would be less than welcome from a lonely barkeep.

"No problem, Shannon. How about I take a look at them? Ghost might've hurt you when he threw you across that room."

If by 'across that room' he meant 'on her ass'. Sam rolled his eyes and went to warm up the Impala, where he would no doubt be sleeping tonight.