DISCRETION IS THE BETTER PART OF VALOUR
WOW: flood. Not being able to drive equals a seriously grumpy Dean.
Disclaimer: I don't own them
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Sam desperately tried once again to start the Impala. Her engine spluttered and ground miserably, but it was horribly clear that they weren't going anywhere soon.
He cringed, feeling two furious eyes boring into his back.
"You've flooded the engine, you great ham-fisted dork," Dean growled from the passenger seat, wielding his plastercasted wrist in Sam's direction like a club.
Outside, the rain hammered down over the lonely parking lot, soaking the crippled Impala's roof.
Sam sighed. All things considered, he decided that now was probably not a great time to tell Dean about the parking ticket he got yesterday.
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