Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Wish I did. Kripke does.
A/N: Two of three. Did I mention that REAL LIFE has me down and is kicking the living crap out of me? This is my only form of amusement… and a clear indication of how badly I am missing writing the boys….
Written for: the Enkidu07/Onyx Moonbeam drabble challenge.
Word: All of a sudden
Word count: 100 on the nose, baby!
All of a sudden, Dean is retching and emptying his stomach. Sam knows it's not the sight of what used to be a rabbit. It's the concussion.
Sam sighs.
Dean groans.
Having made sure that nothing is puncturing his brother's front, Sam moves to triage the rest of his body, gently rolling Dean back onto his chest, having shoved the contents of Dean's stomach in the general direction of the rabbit innards with his boot.
Legs are remarkably fine. Still bow-legged though.
Left arm? Ok.
Right? Shit. Probably busted.
Head? Definitely busted.
Ribs? Variable.
Sam sighs. Starts the patch-up job.
A/N: don't feel that you can't review each chapter separately…