The challenge word is weird and Dean is giggly with concussion. Happy Birthday Ness.
The poltergeist-induced tumble down the hill was spectacular, lacking any of Dean's usual grace and Sam was nervously calling his name, anticipating damage, even as he chased him down.
"Dean...you okay?" Sam was already doing the Winchester check-over as he rested his gently trembling brother against his thigh. Dean's unfocussed green eyes found Sam's concerned hazel.
"Weird, Sam." The elder Winchester's voice was giggly with encroaching concussion.
"What is?"
"Look..." Dean held his right arm up for perusal, pain creasing his brow. His hand hung at an eye-wateringly, unnatural angle, clearly badly broken. "Fighting poltergeists' make your arm go bendy!"
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