Prompt: Light
Insult to Injury
"Whoawhoawhoa!" Dean said, blocking his brother's attempt to sit up. "Just stay there a minute."
Giving in, Sam gingerly touched his jaw and groaned behind closed eyes.
"What hit me?"
Dean chuckled. "The waitress. She punched your lights out with one swing, dude."
"And I'm sooo sorry," the buxom woman said as she arrived with a bag of ice, settling it along Sam's jaw. "It was meant for him." She nodded toward Dean before throwing a scowl his way. "Guess I've got bad aim."
Sam glared at Dean, then sighed heavily. He would ask, but he didn't really want to know.
"What'd you say?"
3/22/09