This weeks word is Face, Thanks as always to our community leaders for our Drabble world and to Kripke for his boys
"Dean..!"
"Face it, Sammy... I'm awesomely cool and you're not. Just accept it and stop fighting the natural order of the world."
The elder Winchester smiled smugly as he watched Sam examining his unhappy undercover reflection in the mirror.
The dark blue coveralls for Gus's 'Grease-Monkey 'Garage fitted tightly over Dean's broad shoulders, skimming his slim waist and emphasising his long lean silhouette as they tapered to his scuffed work boots.
Freakishly tall Sammy's identical coveralls ended at mid shin, exposing a good few inches of hairy calf to the world and his delicate ego to Dean's wicked tongue.
"Jerk!"