The challenge word is Wall and poor Dean is being way too intimate with one as usual.

Sam gently turned the figure crumpled at the bottom of the wall, resting the trembling man gently against his body as he began the too familiar, post-hunt, stock take of injuries.

Dean's moans of pain were soft until Sam's painfully probing fingers reached his awkwardly canted shoulder.

"Don't...Sam. H...hurts!"

Dean's pale green eyes were dilated and he hiccupped breathlessly.

"Dislocated, Dean."

Sam gently cradled Dean's arm into his body as he raised a hand to check his brother's gashed forehead.

"Six inches higher and you'd have cleared the wall this time..."

Sam mused.

"I'll try...and do better...next time!"

Dean smiled.

So tell me...any good?