Title: Horseshoes and Hand Grenades
Author: Enkidu07
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.
Challenge Word: green, space, jaw, & tense. (I got a little behind...)
A/N: Two 100-word drabbles. Same scene, first from Dean's POV and then Sam's. In first person. Which I have never done before. And I am not sure why I am doing it now. It just came out that way. And I am all for trying new things.
Dean's POV
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My evasive tactics meant a glancing blow rather than a TKO.
Regardless, my jaw exploded.
"You okay?" Sam.
Damn thing broke my jaw.
"Let me see."
Hell no.
"Dean." Sam's fingertips were pricking pressure along the bone. "Check your teeth."
Huh-uh.
Sam looked ready to pry my jaw apart and let his fingers do the walking.
Tentative tongue along the ridges. Then more confident. Teeth intact.
"Dislocated?" Sam's fingers on the joint. "Open and close."
I'll pass, thanks.
"Dean."
Aching tension. Sam in my space.
"It's already turning purple... and green. But I think you got lucky."
"Get me up."
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Second verse... same as the first. Sam's POV
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"Dean. You alright?" Dean's hand hovered over his jaw. He looked stunned. "Broken?" Damn that would suck.
Dean tensed when I cupped his face. His hovering hands latched onto my wrists, vice tight.
Green eyes drifted unsteadily.
"Check your teeth."
Subtle shake.
"Dean. Check." I'll check myself.
I waited and he relaxed marginally. Good. Teeth intact.
Palpating his joint, Dean paled. And was still silent.
"Dislocated? Open and close." Hooded eyes. "Dean."
Grudging compliance. No unnatural shifting. Just bruising.
He leaned into my space slowly and I caught his weight.
Mumbled words.
"Take it easy. You're okay. Let's go home."