Massive Attack
E/O Drabble Challenge, birthday special for wifeymcwiferson, including the words journal, panic, apple, quilt and a bad case of motion sickness. 200 words on the dot. Hope you enjoy, girl :-)
When John had turned up out of the blue, handing over his nine and five year old sons, one of them rather green around the gills, Bobby's welcome might've been a tad grumpy.
When exactly had he begun to look like a nanny? He knew everything about spells and sigils, he could macgyver his way out of vampire covens and haunted houses, but kids? His journal would offer no advice how to deal with these creatures.
He was still cursing a blue streak when he heard tires squeal and this friggin' idjit of a Winchester was gone.
Okay Singer, don't panic – can't be that...
Dean's face turned into a color that matched his eyes. He crouched and hurled on the porch, a trembling heap of misery.
"Bollocks – boy, that been apple pie? And a truckload of it!"
"Daddy says's motion sickness. From the airplane. I could see clouds below, but no angels..."
"Listen son, let's get your brother tugged under a quilt and then you and I will do some research for medical herbs, okay?"
"Okay uncle Bobby."
A small hand slipped into his huge one while he laid an arm around Dean.
And something warm spread in his chest.
