Dean wiped at the tears that were running down his face as he watched his family play the only game in the ward he was being held prisoner in. Two of his ribs were broken. But it was worth the pain as he laughed at his family.
"Dad you have to get the butterflies off the tummy."
"I'm trying Sam this game is evil. I think it is rigged."
"No Pressure Dad." Dean gasped fighting to get air into his lungs.
"Sure!" John jumped as the red nose lit up, and buzzing him. As Sam and Dean laughed at him.