WINCHESTERS ON ICE
WOW: sport. A story in three individual drabbles. In honour of the Winter Olympics, the Trickster has been up to - well - tricks.
Disclaimer: Still don't own them.
Chapter 1
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Sam was going to kill the Trickster.
Slowly, painfully and imaginatively; Sam would have his sport.
But first, what Sam was going to do, apart from never move again because that seemed to be the only way to stay on his feet, was die of embarrassment as he scanned the banks of faces around the ice rink he was standing in.
He was inexplicably wearing a silver flared body stocking. Skin-tight and bedecked with green sequins, it left nothing to the imagination.
Yep, death by embarrassment was imminent.
Then Dean stumbled into his line of vision.
"Don't say a friggin' word, Sam."
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