E/O Challenge: Ankle
Two unrelated drabbles this week. The second one is dark and angsty S4.
Each 100 words.

Disclaimer: Writing for fun, not profit.

"You can't go. Your ankle is screwed. Unless you think you can beat it to death with your crutches. And the mud out by the lake is knee deep."

"I know exactly how deep the mud is! You…"

"Pushed you? Yeah, I did. The boo-hag almost took your head off." He tapped his ear. "I'll use the blue-tooth. You'll stay in the car."

"Pansy-assed earpiece."

"Technophobe."

-oOo-

Afterwards, Dean straightened up. "You okay?"

"Fine. You got it?"

"Yeah. The head's all mashed in. Still needs a salt and burn. But these," he sighed and dropped the mangled crutches, "are toast."

Please read chapter 2.