E/O Challenge: Tip
PwnedByPineapple's birthday request was a pair of happy boys. I hope this fits the bill.
No spoilers, not season specific.
Word Count: 100 in each of two slightly related chapters. Sort of kissing cousin chapters.
Sam shoved the laptop away with a huff of frustration.
Dean looked up, frowning. "What?" He waved a damp swab, acrid with gun solvent, at the computer. "You broke up? It found someone else?"
"Not having any luck."
Swabbing the Colt's barrel, Dean muttered, "Told you, it's an ùruisg."
Sam rubbed his eyes. "An ùruisg wouldn't drain the victims of blood."
"The glaistig the next pond over would."
"How do you know Celtic lore?"
"Hey! I'm not just a pretty face, you know."
"I never said that."
"What you see is the tip of the iceberg, Sammy boy, the tip."
Please read Chapter 2!