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Dean watched as Sam lumbered across the parking lot, prescriptions in hand. He slowly slid across the seat, pulling the squeaky door closed behind him.

"Well," Dean demanded.

"I'm fine. Between being knocked out multiple times, ramming a car, and getting clobbered by a tombstone, I'm fine," Sam replied. "Just a few bruises and scrapes."

"What about the other thing," Dean asked.

"What other thing," Sam asked, confused.

"You died for two minutes, Sammy," Dean ground out. "You had ghost sickness. Did you tell them your heart stopped?"

"Not in full detail, no," Sam argued. "Obviously, I couldn't. But Jim called and had them run like every test he could on short notice. No permanent damage, I'm fine. We can go."

Dean stared up the looming hospital across the parking lot and nodded slowly.

"Good," Dean said as he moved to crank the car.

"Hold up, Dean," Sam said with a sly smile. "I got a call from Bobby and Jim while I was in waiting for the tests to come back."

Dean rolled his eyes and asked, "And?" He could only imagine what those two up had thought up and called Sam about. Surely nothing that Dean would like.

"You can't drive," Sam said with a smirk. "So, hand me the keys."

"What?! No," Dean spat. "No way!"

"Apparently, Garth talked to Bobby, who called Jim, who called me," Sam argued, holding his hand out for the keys, a wide smile on his face. "You're off heavy lifting and driving for at least six weeks."

Sam watched as Dean gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white in his determination to not give up his position in the driver's seat. Sam chuckled as he saw a flinch of pain pass over Dean's face.

"Hurts, doesn't it," Sam asked. "If you can't even grip the steering wheel hard without flinching in pain, you can't drive. How did you even drive us here in the first place?"

"Dude, you got the crap beat out of you yesterday, one concussion after the other," Dean said. "Did you really think I was going to let you drive my car?"

"Well, I have a clean bill of health," Sam retorted. "Unlike someone else around here. Come on, give me the keys."

Dean glared at Sam and said, "Is this your final revenge? You started a prank war and lost, and now you want revenge? Is that it?"

"No! But now that you mention it," Sam smirked as he slid back out of the car and walked around to the driver's side door. He yanked it open with a loud creak and pulled the sling from his back pocket. "Suit up. Looks like I'll be chauffeuring you around for a while, get used to it."

Dean angrily climbed out of the car and snatched the sling from Sam's hand, furiously glancing around the parking lot. "Can you not advertise to the whole world that I'm about to be humiliated and forced into wearing a sling," Dean hissed as he walked around to the passenger side door and climbed in.

Sam burst out laughing and cranked the engine. "Well, if I want to win the bet, you've gotta keep that shoulder together for at least another nine months. So, yeah, for that kind of money, I'll be keeping your keys for a while."

Dean glared at Sam as he tightened the sling strap and said, "This has revenge written all over it. I'm calling Bobby."

Sam smiled deviously and said, "Where do you think I got the idea?"

"Bitch," Dean snapped as he cranked the stereo.

"Jerk," Sam yelled over the music as he gunned the engine and pulled the car back onto the road.

Okay, not truly sure I like the ending for this story, what's your take? I did enjoy killing Sam for two minutes, pranking around, and giving Dean poison ivy though. The ending, just not sure.

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