Title: Wicked
Summary: Fairy tales really don't make much sense. Wee!chester.
Notes: E/O drabble challenge prompt – "wicked." First sentence belongs to my book of Grimm's Fairy Tales, Hansel and Gretel in particular.


"'The old woman, although her behavior was so kind, was a wicked witch, who lay in wait for children, and had built the little house on purpose to entice them...'" Dean paused. He wasn't entirely sure what 'entice' meant, but that wasn't the issue. "What kind of witch builds a candy house?"

"I don't know," Sam said helpfully.

Dean had thought, upon finding this book, that it might be beneficial to read to Sammy, since some stories related to what their father hunted. But they weren't very relevant to, well... anything.

"Dad was right," he sighed. "This is stupid."