Title: Goodnight, Sweet Prince
Author: PlatinumRoseLady
Disclaimer: Don't own anybody. Not that talented.
Challenge: "Soak"
Word Count: 100 words. Gives the Word Count feature a box of tissues.
Players: Go to Enkidu07's page, and you'll find all the usual suspects. Resistance is futile – you will be drabbleized. We're like the Borg, only cuter.
Spoiler Alert: Set right after "Hammer of the Gods"
They had pulled off to the side of the road. Kali was gone, just… gone.
Dean got out, went to the back, popped the trunk. After a moment Sam followed.
He took the beer Dean was holding out. Dean held his bottle out to toast.
"To Gabriel."
Sam could only stare.
And then clinked his bottle against Dean's, a hollow sound.
"To Gabriel," responded.
Dean pulled a third bottle out of the cooler, opened it, and poured it onto the ground until the grass was soaking wet and stank of beer.
They got back in the Impala and drove on.