Challenge Word: Skin
"'M job, Sam." Dean closed his eyes trying to gather his thoughts. Sammy's okay was the most important thing, so he could go beyond that now. "Happened?"
"I'm not really sure. Sitting at the bar, you flirting with the bartender. That's the last I remember. Woke up here. Apparently, your charm didn't work on somebody 'cause you're skin and clothes are covered in blood."
Dean thought about that for a moment, trying to dig up some memory to explain his condition, but nothing came. "'M brain hurts, Smmmmy."
"Rest for a minute, Dean, but stay awake for me. Dean? Dean!"