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WORD COUNT: 100 – that's the name of the game baby!

TITLE: Sunday Afternoon

A/N: For SidJack, hope you have a wonderful birthday.

The television played quietly in the background.

"Dean, the Cowboys are playing. Want to watch the game?" Sam automatically pulled the shades and dimmed the light in the room after noticing his brother wince at the light.

Dean tried to pull into a sitting position, holding the bar above his bed. With his busted clavicle, concussion and left leg braced from hip to ankle it was pretty impossible. "This sucks, Sam." Was all he could manage before he fell back into his pillows.

Sam helped his brother to get more comfortable. "I know bro, and your nurse isn't even hot."