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DEW Challenge: Samifer and smell. Dean lacks Benjamin Franklin's patience. 100 word drabble.
Written for the 'Drabbles Every Weekend' challenge at SPN BigPretzel on LiveJournal. You should come visit, it's devilishly good!
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Scent of the Devil
"Fish and visitors smell in three days" – Benjamin Franklin
Lifting his head from Dean's shoulder, Sam blinked awake at the Die Hard end-credits playing out on TV. He put down his empty beer bottle with exaggerated care and got to his feet. He yawned, stretching tired muscles, as discarded candy wrappers fluttered to the ground.
He smiled down at Dean, swaying slightly. "This was... nice."
His sighed in resignation as a circle of flame exploded into life around him. "What gave me away?"
"When you mentioned you'd stopped over in Detroit," said Dean. "But the clincher? You might be an angel, but your breath still stinks like a demon."
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