Challenge Word: rough
Disclaimer: See chapter one
Word Count: 100
Previously: "Like I would ever forget a hunt," Dean retorted, grabbing his own jacket. It was time to salt and burn that barmaid bitch.
Arriving at the graveyard an hour later, the brothers parked the Impala and gathered the equipment they would need to complete the job. Searching for one Leticia Johnson, the brothers traversed the rough ground until finding her grave hidden amongst the brush.
"I'll keep watch while you dig," Dean informed his brother while holding out the shovel.
Sinking the spade into the hard dirt, Sam whimpered loudly and reached back to rub his 'sore' behind.
"Shit, I'll do it kiddo. I didn't think about how those rough jeans would feel on a spanked ass," Dean apologized, reaching for the shovel.
TBC Uh oh, Sam's playing his injury to the hilt. Something tells me he's going to pay for it in the short run.