Couldn't stop there. It's for Supernoodle!
Standing was a stupid idea. So stupid, in fact, that his body decided to stop after one hitched breath. Vision graying, Dean groped one-handed for something to break his fall, only to find those same giant hands catching him.
"Sam?" How someone so freakishly tall could move so silently was beyond him.
"I told you to wait."
"You were taking too long."
"I was only gone a minute! Needed more lighter fluid."
"M'head's weird." Dean squinted at him. "What happened?"
"Dean? Did it twist your head too?"
He rubbed his eyes. "You're twisted."
"Your elbow. Your head. Anything else? Dean?"
Please read chapter three.