Challenge Word: Hitch
Players: Enkidu07, Mad Server, IheartSam7, Nana56, NC Girl, Orange Autumn
Rules: 100 words
Thanks for their use, Kripke.
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Dean pulled his torn shirt from the rusted nail. Luckily he'd gotten the shotgun up to stop the black dog after he'd been thrown onto the pile of broken chairs.
He eyed the torn flesh on his abdomen, the slow trickle of blood. Fuck, tetanus shot.
"How's it going?" Sam's voice crackled through the two-way radio.
"Fine…just a small hitch in the plan."
"Yeah. Noticed…I killed it. Where're you?"
"Barn, coming down."
Dean picked his way outside; people sure had loads of crap.
As Dean stumbled towards him Sam eyed Dean's gapping shirt, "Just a small hitch in the plan?"