And shout
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. I am woman enough to admit it, even if I don't like it.
Challenge word: twist, damaged Dean for Supernoodle's birthday!
Spoilers: none!
Count: I DEMAND a recount! No, never mind. I did 100.
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Insult to injury. That's what this is.
Thick, sticky trails of blood coursed down Dean's face and a huge bruise was burgeoning across his chest.
Sam dealt the monster a killing blow, but not before both of them were bloodied up.
Dean pushed himself up to take a look behind him to make sure it was over, but when he twisted, a terrible pain shot up his back and he yelped.
"Sam," he squeaked, "I don't think I can move."
Sam helped him up. "Throw out your back, Grandpa?"
Dean tried to summon the energy to step on Sam's foot.