A more cheery Drabble for Platinum Rose Lady's birthday – no spoilers, set anytime you like in the myth-arc.
Challenge word is touch.
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Questionable Musical Tastes while under the influence…
Sam glanced in the rear-view mirror as he parked the impala outside their room at the Platinum Rose Motel, Massachusetts. Dean's teeth gleamed white through a mask of blood as he grinned and waved from his slump in the back seat.
"S'matter, Sammy? Why't'pissy-face, little bro?"
Sam rolled his eyes heavenward. He was regretting giving Dean that shot of morphine – a shot of the 1990s more like.
I mean, Madonna? For crying out loud… Sam sighed as he half-carried his injured brother into their room.
"Like a virgin, touched for the very first time…" warbled tunelessly into his ear – again.
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