Word : Blunt
Word count : 100 (At first writing, no edited needed!)
THE PAIN OF HAVING A BIG BROTHER
"You ok in there Sam?"
"Son of a …."
The bathroom door flew open and Sam stood, framed in the doorway, blood running freely from his chin, dripping onto the collar of his white shirt. He glared at Dean.
"What? What's the look for?"
"I'm trying to decide whether to strangle you or whether to simply kick your ass into next week!"
Dean pointed at Sam and wiggled his finger,
"I gotta tell you, you're bleeding. Blunt razor?"
"You! You're unbelievable! Next time you have to shave your palm after…you know, use your own damn razor!