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Challenge Word: ankle
Word Count: 100, bby! *dances*
A/N: This isn't my best work, I admit. But I did try. I think my creative juices are running low...
Summary: E/O Challenge: ankle. Doctors are stupid, and Sam is just exacerbating the situation.
Piece of Cake
Gunshot wounds were a piece of cake. Give him a sprained ankle, however, and he was down for the count. And as Dean lay in bed he thought that was pretty fuckin' ridiculous.
The pain was coming back, and Sam hadn't yet. Problem was, Sammy was the Dispenser of Painkillers, since the stupid doctor had told him to rest and elevate his leg and ice it and a whole lot of other stupid crap that was... stupid.
Dean wanted, needed to move.
"I'm going crazy!"
"Going?"
The remote clipped Sam's shoulder as it sped through the now-open door.