A/N: So this idea has been brewing in my head for a couple weeks now, and I finally got around to writing it down. Of course, it was originally gonna be longer, but I find freedom in such brevity. This has the potential to become a series of drabbles/vignettes, depending on whether or not inspiration strikes me again. Like lightning, guys. Like lightning.
Word Count: 100. WTF?! I didn't even try. o___0
Summary: Dean gets a cool new sword. Spoilers for season 4. AU. Drabble. Possible crack.
Star Wars, It Ain't
Swoosh.
"Dean..."
Vwoom!
"Dean!" Sam reaches out to grab onto the older man's shoulders, steadying him as he loses his balance mid-swing from the unexpected contact.
"What the hell, dude?" Dean's features morph into an expression of confused incredulity.
"Dean, it's the flaming sword of the archangel Michael, not a lightsaber." Upon seeing the scrunchy return of the bitch!face (a rare occurrence these days), Dean gives his brother a blank look. And then proceeds to pout.
"Yeah, whatever..." The next few moments are filled with petulant grumbling as he sets about turning the fire off... however that's supposed to work.