Howdy guys :D Gawd, it was hard to narrow this one down. I'm thinking of maybe writing a little oneshot about it to add in some stuff
I had to take out, or just didn't have room for. Let me know what you all think! :D
Drabble word of the week: Close.
#of words: 100!
A knife slashed at him, ripping his shirt. Dean stared down at it mournfully.
"I loved this shirt."
"Yeah, well," the blonde sneered, wielding the weapon in front of her skillfully. "Next time you wanna piss me off, wear crappier clothes."
Sam sat at the bar, trying to ignore the fight going on behind him. Ellen handed him a beer and they shared a look.
"Someone's bitchy today."
Jo whipped the knife at Dean's head. It whizzed by his right ear, thunking into the wall behind him.
"Okay, that was close."
She shrugged. "PMS messes with my aim."
"…Ew."
:)