Perfect Hunt
Disclaimer: I don't own "Supernatural", sadly, but the boys are such a treat to play with…
A/N: My gratitude goes out to my awesome beta twinchaosblade who makes sense of my stuff, even if I don't.
A/N 2: Response to the Drabble Challenge by Enkidu07, Onyx Moonbeam, Mad Server, IheartSam7, Orange Autumn, NC Girl, Nana56, MuffyMorrigan, mahtalie, SherryDarling, supernaturalsammy67, twinchaosblade, PADavis, InSecret, deangirl1, Supernoodle, Vanessa Sgroi, moonlight80, Chailyn, Dream Painter, Thru Terry's Eyes, writergirl94, sweetysmart0505, xFaithyx.
Sorry, if I missed anyone of the gang.
A/N 3: This is awefully late because of a long weekend trip with no internet connection - and totally the 'fault' of my spending the better part of Sunday night at Dublin airport waiting for the plane home.
Prompt: Belly
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In the woods at the roadside the brothers suddenly find themselves surrounded by ten scantily-clad women.
"Let us dance for you," one brunette breathes into Dean's ear.
Sam huffs beside him but settles down on the Impala's hood nonetheless.
Shotgun at the ready – just in case –, they watch in awe as the belly dancers give the performance of their undead lives. Eventually, each one of the spirits dissipates peacefully into thin air with a last grateful jingle of their ankle bells.
"Huh… belly dancers who crashed and died on the way to their break-through gig?!"
"It's the perfect hunt, Sammy."
The End