Disclaimer: This is a transformative work of fiction based on the original creation by E. Kripke. No monies are being made and no infringement is intended.
E/O CHALLENGE
Dedication: Happy Birthday Supernoodle!
A/N: Sorry this is a bit late – I'd completely forgotten this was a special birthday E/O Challenge and for somebody whose ficish tastes are right up my alley…
Word: twist
Word count: 100 on the nose, baby! And this was one of those freakish times when I saved it, checked properties and it was 100 on the nose first time, no editing!!!
No matter which way he twisted, Dean could not reach the cut on his back. He'd told Sam he was fine, blood notwithstanding, and now he would just feel stupid if he had to ask for help. He really hadn't thought that the glass cabinet he'd been thrown into had left shards in him.
And then Cas was there. In the super-tiny bathroom with him.
"Personal space!" Dean growled.
"But you are injured."
"Out!"
Bamf.
Dean startled when the locked doorknob turned, and Sam was suddenly filling the doorway.
"Dean? Let me help?" Sam said softly.
Dean sighed. Tattletale angel.
A/N2: How much do I love that bamf = the sound of angels disappearing and also stands for what I know Dean is and what I strive to be! LOL!