Challenge Word: Camp
Warnings/Spoilers: None, pre-series.
100 words per MS Word Count
"E-I-E-I-Oh"
By Swellison
Cracking his eyes open, Dean glimpsed Sam, staring at him from the other bed scant feet away. A bucket and a washcloth, bottles of pain relievers, bandages and a water glass crammed the nightstand between them. Sam had been camped there for awhile.
"H'long was I out?" Dean croaked. Shifting on the bed, he discovered that everything hurt.
Sam grabbed the water glass and encouraged Dean to drink. "Almost two days. You had quite a fever."
"Old MacDonald bashed me with his damn pitch fork." Dean remembered. "Did you handle him?"
"Salted and burned to a crisp," Sam assured him.