Ho hum, what to do ... I know, let's torture Dean just a little bit more ...
Our boy has come off worst again ... but there's a silver lining to every cloud, isn't there?
Word Count: approx 200
Disclaimer: I think it's pretty obvious by now that I don't own then :(
Sam dashed out of the house and leaned over his prone brother after Dean had taken an impressive nosedive from a second floor window thanks to the poltergeist they had just wasted.
"Dude, you okay? Talk to me!"
"I think it's broken …" Dean croaked.
"What, … what's broken?" Sam crouched and began a frantic manual inspection of his brother's sprawled body.
"Hey, hey … hands off the goods!" Dean groaned and slowly rolled over , shrugging his brother's hand off his neck. Cradled against his chest was a rapidly swelling and darkening wrist.
Sam gently squeezed numb fingers. "Hospital time, bro'!"
Sam shifted wearily in the chair beside the hospital bed, fighting to keep his tired eyes open.
He turned to see his groggy brother slowly stir as the anaesthetic began to lift.
"In the hospital dude", Sam pointed to Dean's heavily bandaged wrist. "They had to repair your wrist with a steel plate".
Dean gazed woozily at his bound wrist; "steel plate?"
"Yeah" Sam smiled, "you smashed it up good, bro'!"
"I got a bionic arm?" A broad smile spread across his ashen face; "cool …" the word lingered on his breath as he sunk back into sleep.