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E/O Challenge: Bucket. 100 & 200 word bucket-kicking drabbles. #1: Sam suffers at the hands of Dean's impatience. #2: Dean's a little freaked out to find an ancient race of tentacled, insect-like abominations oozing their way through the local high school.
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Kick the Bucket
"I cleaned up my act because otherwise I would have kicked the bucket" - Lou Reed
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A/N: Sam suffers at the hands of Dean's impatience. 100 words.
Mop Top
Dean boosted his brother up to the partially-open bathroom window. "What's taking so long?" he hissed.
"I think I'm stuck," came the muffled response.
Rolling his eyes, Dean gave Sam a shove. There was a shrill, outraged cry, followed by a loud, metallic crash.
Dean jumped up and eeled his way through the narrow opening. He arrived in time to witness Sam pulling his head out of an overturned bucket, trails of dirty water running down his face.
"There's a joke there, given that mop of yours," chuckled Dean.
"Well, if you find it, keep it to yourself," Sam snarled.
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A/N: Dean's a little freaked out to find an ancient race of tentacled, insect-like abominations oozing their way through the local high school. 200 words.
Not on my Bucket List
"Why do the critters always have to hole up in the boiler room?" complained Dean.
"Who knows?" Sam shrugged, cursing under his breath as he struggled to open up the ancient, metal monstrosity of a furnace. "What I do know is that, from the sound of things, the larvae are starting to hatch."
Dean shuddered at the squelching, oozing noises coming from within the pipework. "Those things make my flesh creep."
Sam smirked at Dean's horrified expression, before feeling sympathy for his brother's understandable phobia. "You wanna see if you can find a wrench or something?
He'd never seen Dean move so fast.
Moments later, Sam was sprinting in the direction of his brother's hoarse shrieking. He stopped, shaking his head in a mix of irritation and relief at what he found outside the janitor's closet.
"All that noise just because you tripped over a mop?"
"Hey, dude, I totally kicked the bucket!" Dean complained.
"Wouldn't be the first time," Sam muttered. "We should get back," he added, prompted by the increasing volume of the angry chittering coming from the basement.
"But... I stubbed my toe," Dean winced as he rubbed his foot. "Maybe I should sit this one out?"
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