Supernatural 100 Drabble Challenge
Prompt Word: SIMPLE
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I'm just having a bit of fun.
SIMPLE MAN
By: Vanessa Sgroi
"No."
"Aw, c'mon, Sammy. I'm goin' stir crazy. I gotta do something."
"No, Dean. We are not going on this hunt. Absolutely not going." Sam paired his declination with an epic bitch face.
"It'll be a simple hunt," Dean wheedled. "I promise."
"Right. Simple." Sam rolled his eyes. "Dean, our hunts are never simple!"
"Dude, it's just a troll under a bridge. Easy peasy."
"Remember the last time we went after a troll, Dean? You ended up half-dead, laid up in the hospital!"
Dean waved a dismissive hand. "Eh, that was just bad luck."
"And our luck would be different now? No. I'm not letting you hunt when you're recovering from a concussion, two broken ribs, a sprained wrist, and a dislocated toe!" Sam's voice had risen to deafening levels as he continued. "That's asking for trouble and you know it!"
"But Sam...it's killing people!"
"We'll call Eddie Kay; he lives out that way. He can take care of it."
Dean visibly deflated. "Ruin all my fun why don't ya," he mumbled.
"Look, I know you're bored, all right? Just...just give it another week. Okay?"
"Fine." Dean turned and shuffled away a couple of steps. "I'm goin' back to bed."
"Wait! There's a Walking Dead marathon on. Why don't we tune in?"
"Can I make fun of Rick?"
"Only if I can make fun of the zombies."
"Can I have beer?"
"Nope. You're still taking medication. And concussion...remember?"
Dean sighed. "Soda it is." He started down the hall toward the room they'd set up as a little theater.
"Popcorn, chips, or nachos?" Sam called after him.
"All of the above!"
"Don't blame me if you get a stomach ache later!"
FIN