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*holding his broken arm and wincing.*

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What happened to you?

Oh shit, dude, are you okay? Need a hand?

Sam, what the hell happened?

[He's already scrambling to get the keys to the Impala. Hospital time.]

Those bikers we hustled weren't too happy.

[Sam is looking behind him as if the guys were still hot on his heels.]

Yeah you know anything about popping a dislocated shoulder back in?

Bad fight......long story.

Is this where you tell me I should see the other guy?

[Sam laughs and it turns into a cough.]

Actually he won the fight hands down.....

[She fights a smile.] How embarrassing. Are you okay?

[Sam winces.]

Besides the broken arm..yeah I'm peachy I guess.

Only what I've seen in movies. Not sure we should rely on that for practical application.

[She leans in.] You don't seem peachy.

Are you serious? You fight demons on a regular basis but bikers get one up on you?

[Dean shakes his head.] They still after you? [Because he will fuck someone up for messing with his ~~not so~~ little brother.]

Sorry...I'm tired next time I'll punch instead of run, but since I like living lets just go okay.

[Sam struggles to get the passenger side door open with his good arm.]

Okay, Mr. Runs-From-Bikers.

[Shaking his head again, Dean gets in the car. He reaches over to help Sam get his door open.]

Shut up jerk.

[Sam says this with great affection though as he gets into the car.]

It's been a long few months.

Dammit that means a sling....I hate slings.

You need a drink. [She nods slowly then lifts her hand to order another round.]

I think it should first mean a doctor.

Uh...that's not possible....long story.

[Sam smiles.]

A drink sounds good thank you.

Another beer or something stronger?

((Wanna play a game?))

You're arm looks very broken. It won't heal without a doctor!

I uh....I'm on the FBI's most wanted list.

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