Challenge Words: scary & sprain
Disclaimer: See chapter one
Word Count: 200-double drabble day
Previously: "Hey bitch, nobody hurts my brother," Dean called out, in pain himself, with blood dripping into his eyes as he dropped the lit match into the opened coffin, the spirit shrieking as she burst into flames.
Not waiting to watch as the fire died down, Dean reached a hand down to help his little brother. "Come on kiddo, up you go," he stated as he grasped Sam's hand in a firm grip and pulled him up.
Getting to his feet, Sam instantly grimaced. "Sonuvabitch, I think I sprained my ankle," he gasped as pain shot through his right foot.
"Damn it," Dean swore as he wrapped a supporting arm around his brother's waist. "Ya know, if it weren't for bad luck, you'd have no luck at all."
"Yeah, tell me about it," Sam groaned as he reached down to pull up the jeans that were still wrapped around his feet and then wavered as he nearly lost his balance once again.
"Whoa, careful there Sasquatch," Dean voiced as he steadied his baby brother. It was scary to think how many times the kid had been hurt since they began this freaking hunt.
"M'okay Dean," Sam grumbled as he tugged his jeans into place and snapped them once again.
"Yeah, well you won't be once I pay you back for pulling that 'my ass hurts' crap to get out of digging Dude," Dean informed his astonished sibling.
TBC