Challenge Word: cool (also use lots of dialogue)
Disclaimer: See chapter one
Word Count: 100
Previously: Reaching down to assess Sam's leg gingerly above his sprained ankle, Dean could feel the knotted muscles. "You'll be okay in a minute Bro," Dean stated as his hands began to lightly massage the aching leg.
"Thanks Dean, you're the best," Sam sighed contentedly.
"You've got the right, Bitch," Dean voiced with a grin, reaching up to check Sam's forehead for fever, relieved to find it cool to the touch.
"Hey Jerk, stop feeling me up," Sam smirked, slapping his brother's hand away.
"You know I don't swing that way, princess," Dean retorted, laughing heartily at the crimson blush the words created on Sam's cheeks.
"If you two idjits are finished baiting each other, it's time to eat," Bobby stated in exasperation.
"For now, I am," thought Dean with wicked satisfaction, already planning the perfect prank.
TBC. Will Dean's prank be perfect, or will it backfire on him?