Author's Note: This was written for Enkidu07/Onyx Moonbeam's Weekly Drabble Challenge. Please let me know if you liked it or not. Thanks!

Episode: NONE

Players:Enkidu07, Onyx Moonbeam, Mad Server, IheartSam7, Orange Autumn, NC Girl, Nana56, MuffyMorrigan, mahtalie, Sherry Darling, supernaturalsammy67, Twinchy, twinchaosblade, PADavis, InSecret, deangirl1, Supernoodle, Vanessa Sgroi, moonlight80, Chailyn, Dream Painter, Thru Terry's Eyes, writergirl94, sweetysmart0505, silver ruffian, letting the rain in, xFaithyx, Dreadedfemale, DeansBabyBird, PlatinumRoseLady, SciFiRN, Helen Bache, TheDarklighter, jasper03, 1983Sarah, Batman'sBeauty18, Sensue, mysticsilver86, KatyMM, sammygirl1963, Vampyvii, ExpandingDarkness, Ayumidah, Fuu43, JandJFan92, HappyChaos913, parisindy, Realhuntress, FallenAngel218, J.A. Carlton, Miyo86, Scare4irony, Jen Burch, Musica Diabolos, Anjelicious, Impaladreams, TJ Sparkes, Stacee Phelps, ilovesteve, Micaiah, LivingForTv, LamiaJade, supernaturalmydreams, The Tribble Master, woodburner, bhoney, Merisha, Mirrordance, Catalina Day, xxAkira-chanxx, adder574, Mady Bay, Port-of-Seas, Swellison.

Challenge Words: TOUCH, HOLD

*SPOILERS* None.

For PlatinumRoseLady, SidJack, Tribble Master, and IheartSam7. Happy Belated Birthday's! Sorry it took me so long to get to this. I think I managed to get an element of everybody's bday wish in...and keep it somewhat coherent. I think. Well, you'll all be the judge of that. Let me know!

Die Another Day

Sam reached out to touch Dean's right leg, which was impaled by a weird barb that had shot out of the creature's skin. They had arrived in Boston not a moment too soon, for the creature was cactus-like in nature and shot, with rather lethal aim, spikes that had killed three people already. Sam was holding a cloth to Dean's injured calf to control the bleeding.

"Hold on Dean, it's ok. I'm sure that it's all going to be alright. I'm here for you. Hang in there."

"I'm fine, Sasquatch. Are you doing all right?" Dean's eyes scanned Sam for any injury.

"Don't worry about me; you're the one with a spike through his body!"

Suddenly a barb shot over their heads and hit the building they were next too, causing the old brick to crumble, hitting Sam on the head. The creature made a roaring noise and retreated from the cascading bits of rubble.

Dean struggled to get up and help his brother.

"Dude! Are you ok? Sam!?" Dean maneuvered to get closer to Sam, who moaned in pain and then threw up putrid bile.

"I'm fine. Just a minor concussion, I think." Sam said, reaching up and finding a large lump already growing under his hair. Sam was still holding his head as they admitted defeat and decided to cut their losses. Suddenly, Cas appeared.

"Where were you!" Dean shouted, "Some guardian angel you are, I'm bleeding to death and Sam's puking his guts out."

Castiel hiccupped and grinned. "I did it!"

"Did what?" asked Sam, wincing as the loud voice reverberated in his skull.

"It took 374 shots. But I did it. I effects the feel of alcohol."

"And you have been able to hold it down?" Dean asked, incredulous and seemingly proud of the angel.

Cas nodded, pleased with himself. Then he hurled.

"Ok, let's get out of here and regroup. I don't think any of us are up for round two with the walking cactus monster!" Sam cradled his head as he spoke and the three wander for a few minutes before finding the Impala and heading to the nearest hotel. Sometimes it was best to walk away and live to fight another day.