Challenge Word: Rub
Title: The Manly Scent of Watermelon Summary: Sometimes one-night-stands go very wrong.
I'm way behind on the challenge words. Trying to catch up. This is the first of (hopefully) many.
"You're home early."
Dean's grunt was his only reply.
"So... struck out?"
Even in the near-darkness, Sam could feel the burn of Dean's glare. As Dean sat on his bed, Sam caught a strange scent and sniffed deeply, trying to identify it. "Is that watermelon?"
"What? No!"
"Dean, I smell something fruity."
"You're fruity."
"Dean!"
Dean cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. "Man, remind me to stay away from beauty-school students. She just wanted to... practice... on me. She rubbed sticky goop on my face, dude!"
"Well, you let her. Wait... you've been gone for hours. Did you enjoy it?"
"Shaddup"