written for fanfic50 on livejournal
Title: Haunted Skateboard?
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, that dude
Prompt: 006 Element
Rating: PG for drug reference?
Summary: "Sorry dude, no haunted anythings. Try laying off the drugs for a bit and you'll understand."
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Notes: I'm sorry, but I saw Element and had to XD... oh, Element is a skateboard manufacturer... so uhm...
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"Haunted skateboard?" Dean questioned disbelievingly, shooting his brother a 'what the fuck?' look. Because this guy must be on some sort of drug to actually think his damned skateboard was haunted. A house, yeah, those could definitely be haunted. Vehicles too, but not the kind that had four wheels and were made out of wood.
"Yeah man," the guy -- twenty-something, Dean mused – replied with a hint of annoyance. "It like, totally attacked me dude."
He sounded like he was high, and he looked like it, too. So yeah, Dean figured, the guy must be high.
"Alright," Sam spoke up, and Dean looked at him like maybe he was high as well because it sounded like he was agreeing with the guy. "Where were you when this happened?"
"Sleeping, dudes!" the guy shouted excitedly. "Number one hobby, besides skateboarding."
Dean laughed and Sam glared at him. Dean shut up quickly, seeing that look, the one that meant Sammy was thinking and had an idea. Dean only hoped it was a good one.
"Yeah, okay," Sam continued nervously, put off by the guy's sudden hyper-active tendencies. "Was the skateboard hanging on your wall?"
"Whoa!" the dude shouted, amazed at Sam's thought. "It totally was! How'd you know that?"
"Lucky guess," Sam muttered, looking at Dean and nodding. The oldest Winchester stood up off of the couch he had been sitting on and grinned at the guy with the 'haunted skateboard'. "Sorry dude, no haunted anythings. Try laying off the drugs for a bit and you'll understand."