Finally back to comic relief again:) This thing wouldn't stop nagging at me after popping into my head one night, courtesy of Onyx Moonbeam I may add, so I had to write it for the challenge. It ended up as a double drabble, 200 words exactly, hope that's still ok.
Thinking about writing a couple of follow up drabbles to this one as I have some stories of similar nature nagging me. Anyone interested or have any input on what they want the boys to go through next, let me now!
"I'm going to kill him! Blow his friggin brains out!"
"Dean, calm down. Shooting him isn't going to do much good, he's an angel for Gods sake," Sam argued.
"Well then, I'll shoot him just for the hell of it. It'll at least make me feel better," Dean grumbled.
"Come on, it's not that bad!"
"Not that bad? Are you kidding me?! Look around you dude! There are no hot chicks whatsoever and still it manages to be one of the least manly things ever!"
"What are you talking about? There are plenty of men here," Sam asked confused.
"Our age, you moron!"
"Oh, right," Sam answered awkwardly before ploughing on more steadily.
"But either way you look at it, if you ever want Gabriel to send us back I suggest you start playing your part and try to deliver that stone, maybe with a slight curl to the left along the tee line, past the hog line and into the house, as close to the button as possible."
Dean just stared at him incredulously.
"How the hell do you know all that? No wait, on second thought, don't tell me. Don't think I want to know, it's too freaky…"
More to follow?