"Dean, you ok?" Sam muttered as he turned over on the cold, hard ground.

"Nggh, Smmy.." Dean coughed and tried to form words.

He was face first in the dirt.

Dean attempted to turn over, but couldn't.

He groaned in agony as Sam stumbled over.

"Let me take a look at you Dean."

"Nnn, m' good Sam."

Sam pulled Dean to a standing position.

"Ahhh!! Son of a…"

"What hurts Dean?"

"God, b..back hurts."

"I'll fix it. On three."

"One...two…"

"Christ Sam…."

Dean stopped.

He actually felt better.

"You ok Dean?"

" Yea, but that wretched wench wrenched my back."