Disclaimer: Don't own them. All rights belong to Kripke… but Christmas is just around the corner…
E/O CHALLENGE
A/N: Too many players to list them all without forgetting someone at this point. It is my honour to be in such noteworthy company. Thanks to EnkiduO7 and Onyx Moonbeam for being our glorious leaders!
Word: Raw
Word count: 100 on the nose!
It took four tries to keep Dean conscious and upright.
Sam had Dean's left arm hooked over his shoulder. The concussion's disorientation seemed to keep Dean from feeling the pain of his broken arm and ribs. Sam's right arm was snaked around to hook into Dean's belt loops, trying to avoid the raw flesh of Dean's back injuries.
One duffle on Sam's back now contained what he could carry. He wondered how he was supposed to protect them with his hands full and weapons all but inaccessible.
"Evil Santa gave me Christmas dreams," Dean muttered as they passed the corpse.
A/N: I think I should get some kind of reward for at least getting them up and moving….