Prompt word: Spine
Note: just had the time to do two.
Bruise
Sam dumped ice into a towel and cross-tied the corners before turning to his brother, straddling a reversed chair.
"You don't want to lay down?"
Dean rolled his forehead along the chair's back. "Won't be able to get back up if I do."
Sam made a mental note to find the ibuprofen then slowly lifted the back of Dean's shirt, exposing the deep bruise along his spine. He lightly pressed the towel to the skin and winced in sympathy. After stretching the shirttail over the pack to hold it in place, he squeezed Dean's shoulder.
"Fifteen minutes, dude. No less."
9-11-08