A Fistful of Dollars
By Carol M
E/O Challenge…massage…Dean busts up his hand, but makes out like a bandit
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Don't own them, only love them
Spoilers: none…this can take place anytime, but I see it in season 1
Enjoy!
The man slumped next to the pool table was out cold. Dean massaged his rapidly swelling hand, wincing slightly as he tried to flex his fingers.
Sam appeared, looking highly confused and pissed. "Dude, what the hell happened? I was in the bathroom for like two seconds."
"What…him? Dean looked at the man and shrugged. "He was trying to hustle me, so I hustled him right back." Dean nodded towards a wad of cash on the pool table, flashing Sam a shit eating grin.
"Great, that'll about cover the medical bills for your hand, Dean."
"I'll use duct tape, dude."