Here's this weeks Enkidu and OnyxMoonBeam challenge. The word is Thermometer.

Thanks to Kripke for giving us the boys to play with.

Sam held his brother tightly in his arms, trying to lessen the violent trembling that wracked Dean's injured body.

He could feel the heat coming off the arrow wound between Dean's ribs and hip and knew without the look of worry on Bobby's face that his temperature was critical.


His hazel gaze was dark with fear as the old hunter growled his reply.

"It's 104f, Sam. He's way too hot!"

Dean's un-focussed eyes fluttered open.

"Hey, Dean. How you doing?"

He groaned in pain and gasped.

"Since when do you need a thermometer to know I'm way too hot?"