Challenge Word: Faint
Happy Birthday to CiZiwejes, who wanted a Western-themed drabble.
Warnings/Spoilers: None
100 words per MS Word Count
Happy Trails
By Swellison
"Guh!" Dean gasped, hobbling forward another step along the trail. The movement jarred his right leg, wrapped in an Ace Band-Aid, an arrow shaft protruding from mid-shin.
Sam tightened his hold. "Lean on me. We're almost to the car."
"Liar...stilla half-mile at least...Damn Geronimo..." Dean weakly cursed the Indian spirit who'd been haunting Montana's state park.
They advanced a few yards, Sam absorbing more of Dean's weight. Feeling his older brother's head fall against his shoulder, Sam hissed. "Dean! Don't faint!"
"Women faint, men...passsout..."
Sam caught Dean as he collapsed, scooping up his unconscious brother. "I'll get us home, jerk."