AN: Finally, I'm caught up! From now on I'm gonna try harder to keep up. This one's not my best, but oh well.

Dean cracked his eyes open, grimacing at the sliver of light pouring through the motel window. It couldn't be much past dawn. He struggled to sit up but a sharp pain shot through his stomach and he groaned.

"Whoa, Dean, take it easy," Sam said, instantly at his side to gently push him back down.

"What happened?"

"You don't remember? We fell through the rotted floor of that old house. You sort of got impaled on some floorboard. You've got several stitches holding you together."

Dean groaned loudly. "Great," he said, resigning himself to spend a few days in bed.