How many wishes do you think you get if you drop a Dean down the well?
THE FALL GUY
Dean's not happy, but Sam can't help himself, really he can't ...
Disclaimer: Checked my cupboards, under the bed, behind the sofa ... nope, don't own them.
Sam fought an increasingly unsuccessful battle not to laugh at the soaked and mud-coated figure slumped on an ER examination couch before him.
Glaring murderously at his brother, Dean shifted; trying to find a comfortable position for his swelling and darkening ankle; "s'not funny, bitch."
Shaking his head, Sam blinked to dislodge tears of unborn hilarity.
"Nothin' funny about fallin' down a friggin' well;" Dean snorted petulantly, "reckon I've busted my damned ankle."
A squeak of suppressed laughter escaped Sam as he nodded unconvincingly.
They both turned as a doctor approached; "well, well, what have we got here?"