Word Count: 100
Prompt Word: Cover
Something cold trickled down Dean's face.
His eyelids flickered open and a familiar face loomed hazily into view, frowning in concern.
"You're awake," Sam said quietly, dabbing at Dean's face with a damp flannel.
"No shit," he murmured back hoarsely, wincing as his brother pressed a tender spot. "Hey, what you doing?" he asked; the last thing he remembered they were just having a drink...
"You got in a bar fight," Sam sighed tiredly, "Your face is covered in blood, you got a black eye and I think you broke a couple of fingers."
Dean paused. "So I won right?"