WOW: Faint: Dean's having a hard time, but Sam just knows he's the one that's going to suffer!

Spoilers: Inspired by events in 7.03 The Girl Next Door, however bears no resemblance to canon.

Disclaimer: Don't own them, and this is just proof, if it were needed, that life isn't fair!


Running from just above Dean's right knee, it ended at his foot where only five perky little toes poked timidly out of the end of it.

At the other end of the heavy white plastercast, the expression on Dean's face was anything but perky; his former droopy morphine-induced smile having been replaced by a thunderous frown after medics had imparted the bombshell that he would be in plaster for eight weeks.

Eight weeks of caring for a grumpy, impatient, unco-operative, immobile big brother with mood swings of menopausal proportions and a thirty pound sledgehammer wrapped round his leg.

Sam felt faint at the thought.