Prompt: Injury
Prompter: MrsCastielFTW
Spoilers: sometime during season 4
Rating: PG for language
Injury
"It's not funny, Sam!"
Dean was sitting on another hotel bed, cradling his neck. 40 Seals had been broken and he and his brother were somewhere in Missouri. Another mission. Another day.
"Well, it's sorta funny, Dean."
"Not it's not, butthead! Pipe dow– ow!"
Sam and Dean both were in Illinois last week when Cas had suddenly disappeared. He came back, alright, after a long talk with his body-double. And his 'superiors' decided he needed a refresher course in the fine art of douchebaggery.
They hadn't really heard from him since. But whatever Dean had done, he woke the next day with a stiff neck and could not turn it one way or the other. His head was, for the time being, stuck in a questioning position. Much like the angel's glance of confusion.
Sam smiled smugly at his brother. "Aw, do you not understand my reference, Dean?" he said, before bursting into a fit of laughter.
If he could just turn his neck – or if it didn't hurt so damn much to just move it – he would have cold-cocked his brother.
But for now, he endured the teasing. "What's a matter, Sam? Not coming up with any less-manly comebacks? Gotta stick with teasing Cas?"
"No, just teasing you."
Dean rolled his eyes. This would be a long few days.