The Winchester Book of Records
The sun was up. For once it wasn't comforting. Sam could see the full extent of Dean's injuries. He swallowed. He'd known they were bad, but… It was a half a day's walk to carry his brother out, and that was the good news.
"I bet I totally beat the record," Dean mumbled.
"What record?" Sam looked for something to make a travois.
"You know what record."
Sam realized what he was talking about. "No you won't"
"Oh yeah, you're just jealous I'll break your record. It's eighteen right?"
"Yeah, and you aren't."
"I so am."
To Be Continued