Tactics Number Two and Five
The scent of smoke filled the air. Dean tried not to let on to Sam how badly injured he was, but since Sam could see the wound he figured there was no way to hide it. So, he decided on Dean Tactic Number Two—distraction.
"You think it's really Arf out there?" he asked. "She said she'd see me again." He sighed, remembering the lithe creature of his dream.
"I hope it's just a wolverine."
"She was pretty hot."
" Hold still." Sam was frowning.
Dean decided he needed the big guns, distraction number five.. "Hey, copy-cat."
"What?"
"You're bleeding."
To Be Continued