BEWARE OF THE BUNNY
Sam knows that Dean never overreacts when things go wrong. But the rabbits ought to look out ...
Disclaimer: Don't own, just close my eyes, cross my fingers and wish ...
Sam spun round at the sound
He knelt beside his prostrate brother. "What happened bro'?"
"Freakin' rabbit holes … LITTLE FURRY BASTARDS …"
Sam studied the offending hole, still containing the toe of Dean's boot; "I saw you stumble, did you hurt yourself?"
Dean glared … "no Sammy, I scream and clutch my friggin' ankle all the time!"
"let me look." Sam gently examined Dean's twitching ankle, ignoring the pained gasps.
"Is it broken …?" Dean whimpered irritably.
"Nope, you're okay dude, just twisted!"
"I'm still blowing the little furry sucker's ass into orbit … where's my shotgun?"