Disclaimer: Still own nothing. Not making any money. My thanks to Kripke for creating them -- and the loan.
A/N: I'm totally horning in on the challenge of Enkidu, Onyx Moonbeam, NC Girl, Orange Autumn, IheartSam7, and Nana56 -- I wasn't asked to participate, but I was inspired by PADavis' drabble.
This is my first drabble -- 100 words spot on. Squee!
Dean hadn't come home.
Drunk. In a bar. Again.
Pissing people off. Again.
Beat to hell. Again.
Sam found him lying by the Impala.
"Spine," Dean mumbled.
"What? It's your back?" Sam's brow knit together, alarm bells going off.
"Hmmph?"
"Your spine is hurt?"
"No. McIdjit… spine," Dean enunciated as clearly as his alcohol addled brain and split lip allowed. Patting his brother's chest.
"Dean! Where. Are. You. Hurt?"
"S'mmee?"
"Yeah, Dean." Sam sighed. He hated when his brother was concussed.
"'Pala. S'meee. S' mine." Dean blinked hugely, eyes rolling between his brother and car.
"Yeah, Dean. We're all yours."
A/N: I'm desperate for a little feedback here – first-timer and all that…. hides