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Today's prompt was so hard because I didn't feel like ANYTHING. So I just went with the problem I've currently got – yes, my knee nearly damn gave out on me when I finished work. Fun times.
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158. Sore
Wincing, Dean collapsed onto the motel bed and poked gingerly at his right knee. He'd done something to it while they were taking down that werewolf and it had barely been able to support his weight long enough for him to get back to the motel. Hell, if he hadn't fallen onto the bed when he did then it would've given out on him!
"Dean? Are you okay?" Cas said as he heaved his duffle bag into the room.
"Yeah! Why wouldn't I be?" Dean said quickly. Cas gave him a 'Look'.
"You're lying," he said. "Where are you injured?"
"I'm not!" Dean said. Cas narrowed his eyes.
"Stop lying to me. Where. Are. You. Injured?"
Dean felt pinned to the bed under the intensity of that scorching blue gaze. His knee chose that moment to twinge and when his face twisted in pain, Cas bore down on him with a triumphant look.
"Tell me what's wrong, Dean," he ordered. Dean mentally groaned as he gave in.
"My knee. That son of a bitch did something to it. I think he twisted it."
Cas was out the door like a bullet, returning with their first aid kit in his arms a minute later.
"Let me take care of you, Dean," he said, unbuttoning Dean's jeans and carefully pulling them down. When Cas touched his knee softly, a tender look on his face, Dean felt something warm and tingly erupt inside him and he closed his eyes, allowing this feeling (it was love – it just had to be – Dean was certain of it) to wash over him.
"Okay, Cas."