E/O Challenge: Cover.
200 words.
Summary: The one where Sam has to put up with Dean. Again. :D
"No way, nu-uh," Sam contested beneath the growl of the bar's drunken escapades. Somewhere a plate dropped and a chorus of whistles and "yeehaws" could be heard.
Dean took another swig of his beer and gave a nod.
"Yes way, it's a fact," Dean retorted. "And I'll prove it." Heaving himself up out of the booth, Dean swaggered over to the shy looking barista that seemed as out of place in this hole as a demon in a confessional.
"Excuse me, miss?" he signaled over to the bartender. Sam soon figured out what Dean was doing and shot up out of the booth, but was too late to stop him.
Shoving the paperback in front of the confused bartender, Dean pointed at the book's cover.
"Who does this look more like? Me or him?" Dean asked, jutting a thumb to his right in Sam's direction.
Biting her lip, the bartender gave the book cover a quick glance and said, "Short hair. I guess you."
Dean's arms shot up in triumph.
"Told you!" he said, shoving the book in Sam's chest. "I'm the cool one, and you are SO that Fabio douche-nozzle."