Dropping Houses
By Carol M.
Summary: E/O challenge…wicked…Dean has a deadly encounter with a witch...will he survive?
Disclaimer: Don't own them because if I did, there would never be a hiatus
Word Count: 100
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The witch crept towards Dean, who crab crawled backward on the rocky cliff, inching closer to the edge. He peered over the side for a moment, gulping at the drop that ended with sword like rocks jutting up from the ground.
"You've run out of places to hide, handsome," the witch said with a wicked smile.
Dean winked flirtatiously. "Good thing I always come prepared, Glinda." He tore his flask out of his pocket and hurriedly splashed her with its meager contents.
"Honey, this ain't the Wizard of Oz. I'm not gonna melt."
Dean pulled out his lighter. "I know."
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