Gross
Prompt: wrist
The pop was followed by a loud, frustrated cry two seconds later.
"Aaggh! You've got to be kidding me!"
"Dean!" Sam shouted in alarm as he rounded the corner. "What hap-?"
And he froze.
Standing before him was his very pissed-off older brother, completely covered in thick, sticky, red goo. Dean lifted his hand, silver knife still clutched tightly, and wiped his eyes with the back of his wrist.
"Man, if I knew that thing was going to explode like an engorged tick, I would have let you do the honors."
And suddenly Sam could no longer contain his laughter.