Dean has been injured a lot. He's sure he has broken pretty much every bone in his body. He's been bruised so much that he was unable to move. He's been shot at, thrown against walls, had walls thrown at him. A reaper almost gave him a heart attack and once he fell into a coma, because he was in a car crash.
But none of that could compare to this. This was hell. This was punishment for all his sins and wrongdoings. He screamed out in pain: „Fucking son of a bitch! Oww!"
Sam came running in, looking for a threat. When he didn't find one he looked to his brother with annoyance and asked: „What the fuck Dean? I thought you were in a fight or something."
Dean looked towards his brother with mournful eyes. „I wish it were that simple, Sammy, but it is so much worse" he told him.
Sam was starting to worry now. „What is it Dean? What happened?" he asked with concern.
"I hit my toe on the table leg" Dean replied and for the next fifteen minutes the room was filled with Sam's laughter while Dean pouted.
