Wow, has another week passed already? LOL... I never realized how much fun this would be or how it would mark the weeks as they passed!

E/O Drabble Challenge

Rating: G/K

Word: Graze

Sam examined the grass swaying in the cool breeze, felt it tickle at his face as his eyes lazily opened and closed. Above him the night was bright, the moon heavy and full.

His side burned, an ache that throbbed in time with his heart beat.

The dead werewolf was close enough to touch, though he couldn't see it beyond the dark shape of his brother.

He felt Dean's careful hands pause briefly at the jagged rough wound covering his side.

Sam winced at the sudden sharp pressure put on his injured ribs.

"It's a graze, that's all."

Sam lied.