Edge
Chapter Twenty-One
Discussions of Royalty
Dean was wondering what he should do. He couldn't walk out and carry Sam. He doubted his legs would carry his own weight, let alone the mass of his brother. And Sam wasn't in any shape to carry him. We are so screwed.
"Now who's the drama queen?" Sam asked, frowning at Dean.
"You're the drama queen, princess."
"Princess? Queen? Make up your mind."
"You're a royal bitch, how's that?" Dean was gently poking at Sam's chest.
"What are you doing?"
"You know that really cool compass, altimeter, thermometer thing you have?"
"Yeah?"
"It's kind of stuck in your chest."
To Be Continued