TONGUE TWISTER
WOW: flake. Sam only left Dean and the Impala for a minute to buy newspapers and coffee. Sam's about to discover a lot can happen in a minute …
After my other angsty offering, here's a little bit of silliness!
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just play nicely with them and put them back as I found them.
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"THAHM HEHP!
Sam just stood, gaping in disbelief.
"Anyth'm thoon woul' mhe ghoot"
Peering helplessly over the Impala, Dean blinked snowflake-laden lashes beneath a cap of snow which was gathering on his head. Sam wasn't sure if the rosy flush staining his cheeks and the tip of his nose was due to the bitter cold or richly-deserved embarrassment.
Seriously, what kind of moron gets their tongue frozen to the roof of their car?
"Dudthe, lhemme ehxplaihn!"
Sam shook his head and sighed.
He didn't want to know.
And he didn't want to waste good cappuccino de-icing the Impala's roof either.
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