Soreness
E/O Challenge – Sore. A day late again. I never got the email and had to lurk to find the word…
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Supernatural.
Falling onto the lumpy motel bed, Dean emitted a strangled moan of relief as his muscles relaxed. Burrowing into the pillows, he made himself a sort of nest.
From across the room, Sam lifted an eyebrow at his brother.
"Still sore?" He asked, amused.
Unamused green eyes glared back from the depths of the bedding.
"Bite me." Dean hissed.
"I thought you already had your fair share of biting last night," Sam quipped. Seconds later, a pillow was flying directly at his face. Ducking quickly, the object only managed to skim his head. He should have expected the follow through attack.