Warnings: Slight injury (mild concussion), Language (I dropped
the f-bomb a few times, sorry I swear like a sailor), So fluffy it will rot
your teeth out
Word count: 2088
A/N: So, this was written spur of the moment today. No
outline, no plan, I just picked up my phone in the car and started typing. This
was written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing or as most of you know her by
Kari’s SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge Week 7. The prompt was “Stop filming me,
moron!”. I added a word to it to make it flow in the story hope that’s ok. I am not a nurse or doctor, but I did do research on concussions and at home treatments so if any of this is wrong I apologize. Sorry if this is complete shit like I said it was written in like a few hours.
No beta so all mistakes are mine. And I always forget to add this but none of the GIF’s or pics are mine except for the text and social media posts and supply basket edit. Those were created by me.
Summary: You are enjoying a nice relaxing morning in your
home, when your husband Jensen comes home early scaring the crap out of you.
This fright, however, may have been a little more dangerous than Jensen