E/O Challenge: Ankle, Alarm
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, Dean or Sam. I only reserve the right to bend my creativity and amuse myself with them.
Dean stood in the doorway to his motel room, a look of horror on his ashen face. He stared at his brother for a second before staggering into the room.
over already?" Sam asked, slightly alarmed that his brother was
back from a date at 9:30.
"I'm scarred for life, Sam."
"Why, what happened?" Sam shifted his weight and put his casted ankle up onto a chair.
"A zombie, Sam. A friggin zombie."
"I've been violated by walking death. I need a shower." With that, he grabbed a towel and headed into the bathroom intent on staying there for the rest of the evening.