3. Feet
"Dean where the hell did you go?" Sam growled as the open the motel door.
"Got in a fight with a pixies…they stole my shoes. I had to run away once they started pulling at my other clothes." Dean said walking in the room as lightly as he could, wincing with every step.
Dean sat down on the bed and lifted his feet off the ground. Sam could see blood dripping off Dean's feet and went to get the first aid kit.
"Man your feet are really cut up! What did you run over glass?" Sam asked shocked to see how bad his feet looked.
"Maybe, some rocks and other stuff too." Dean said looking down at his feet.
Sam pulled open the Band-Aids and got to work on Dean's feet. One after the other he placed them on Dean wincing at every one.
"Dammit Sam be more gentle! My feet really hurt!" Dean growled. Sam just continued slapping the Band-Aids, now even harder.
"SSSSSSSAAAAAAAAMMMMM!"