Disclaimer: Don't own them.
Sam helped his brother limp into the hotel room and settled him on his bed. "Wanna tell me what happened while I clean you up?"
"Already told you," Dean replied as Sam's fingers curled around his chin to inspect the scrapes on his cheek.
"You lied. I've seen you after a bar fight, and this isn't what it looks like. Spill," Sam was now rolling up Dean's pant leg to inspect his ankle.
Dean sighed. "It was a nymph. Or a sprite or something that lives in the woods. It attacked, I wasted it, and here we are." Sam just stared at him. "What?"
Sam grinned. "You ran into a tree."
"Did not."
"You so did. There was bark in one of the scrapes on your face. Don't even say it, if you were thrown into it your wounds would be worse."
"Okay! You remember that chick from the bar? Well turns out she's a little bit of a hippy. Likes to commune with nature and stuff like that. Ms. hippy wanted to get freaky in the woods and I was running after her when I ran into the tree. Don't start, Sam. It was dark and whe was crazy fast. And really hot."
"So you hobbled back to the bar with a bloody face and a twisted ankle before you called me?"
"Not exactly. Hippy girl thought it was romantic that I got injured in pursuit of her. She, um, took care of me, then helped me to the bar,
then I called you," Dean smirked.
"Well, Romeo, you're gonna live. Probably due to the excellent care you received from a hippy in the woods at midnight without a medical kit. Just be sure to check for ticks when you're in the shower."
A/N: I missed last week, so I made this one a double-okay a little longer. I'm super sad today cause my dog died yesterday and writing tends to cheer me up, so I took some liberties with length.