SNOW JOKE
WOW: star. Sam gets no appreciation. Not even when when he goes above and beyond!
200 words
Disclaimer: I don't own them!
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Sam bowed his head against the howling wind as he trudged through the snow, numb fingers barely able to hold the two grocery bags from the supply run that Dean was – apparently – far too busy to undertake. What was quite so urgent about the Impala's oil change was still a mystery to Sam.
Virgin snow crunched beneath his boots as he struggled manfully through the blizzard, blinking back snowflakes which clung to his lashes like starlight, and trying to ignore the bitter sting of the intense cold against his windburned face.
His laboured breath coiled into the oppressive grey sky as he sighed with relief on first sight of the bunker. The first thing he would do when he reached it would be to have a long, hot, wonderful shower.
That was until a snowball, obviously hurled from an unseen ambush point with a practiced - and totally evil - arm, smacked him square in the left ear.
Okay, he thought as the freezing slush slowly melted, soaking into his scarf and trickling a chilly trail down his back; check that. The first thing he'd do when he reached the bunker would be to kill Dean. THEN he'd have that hot shower.
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