Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. That'd be Kripke et al.
A/N: Another effort of the Drabble challenge – sorry this is so late – I was on a plane in a thunder storm when this was supposed to be being posted… I tried to think of Dean. Bad idea. I tried to hum Metallica. Couldn't think of a word of lyrics.
Players: Enkidu07, Mad Server, Onyx Moonbeam, IheartSam7, Orange Autumn, NC Girl, Nana56, Muffy Morrigan, mahtalie, SupernaturalSammy67, SherryDarling, TCB 0.5, Twinchaosblade, PADavis, InSecret, Supernoodle, Vanessa Sgroi and Moonlight80.
Word: Broken
Count: 100 on the nose, baby!
Dean tried to breathe through the pain. He really did. Inventory time.
Legs. Right. Moves. Ok. Left. Moves. Ok.
Arms. Right. Moves. Hurts. Not so ok. Left. Moves. Ok.
Head. Moves. Hurts like a bitch.
When he wakes up again, Dean considers that something has broken his fall. In fact, he thinks it might still be there.
He really doesn't want to move to see what he's lying on. Of course, he still has to finish his inventory. He can feel the warmth beneath him.
Dean shifts enough to look.
Shit.
It used to be a rabbit. It was broken.