Disclaimer: I don't own Sam. I don't own Dean. I don't own the Impala. I don't own Supernatural. If I did, you all would know.
Author's Note: Okay... So it's been a super long time since I posted anything, and I'm really sorry about that. School is a huge pain in my butt, and it still haunts me even though I'm now out for summer. It's just horrible. But... Since the plot bunnies decided to throw me a bone, I gave in and let the words flow.
My prompt was: "Seven sentences written in one minute; each sentence states time and "character name" in the beginning; only vague details."
But because I knew I needed to make it a bit more randomized than that, I pressed any letter key on the keyboard, at random with my eyes shut, and counted out what number that letter corresponded to. I stabbed the "h" key and came up with eight. As for vague details... I tried my best, but I have always been drilled that you must include details, details, details. So there went that idea. xD
But I tried! I still get brownie points, right?
Edit: Thank you Jenny for pointing out the lack of the first "e" in "Winchester". I probably wouldn't have ever noticed it. xD
::Eight Hours::
It's seven in the evening, and Dean Winchester is smirking at the looks he's getting from the waitress
It's eight in the evening, and Dean Winchester is cursing the wet weather; the job is now much harder.
It's nine at night, and Dean Winchester is watching for their prey while Sam watches his back.
It's ten at night, and Dean Winchester is searching for his missing brother.
It's eleven at night, and Dean Winchester is firing round after round of silver bullets.
It's midnight, and Dean Winchester is flying back to the hotel room - the smell of copper and metal is heavy in the air.
It's one in the morning, and Dean Winchester is crying, though he will refuse to admit it; he's begging for a different ending as his hand finds his brother's.
It's two in the morning, and Dean Winchester is laying in a pool of blood; his hand is still very much intertwined with Sam's.
x-H-x
Dean: Vague? There was nothing vague about that!
Sam: Dean! Be nice; this is her first fanfiction story in a long time, not to mention her first Supernatural fic. Why can't you be a bit nicer?
Dean: Because it was pointless!
Sam: -.- ::doesn't bother to point out that most drabbles kinda are pointless::
Silver: Whatever. I still control you in my stories, so be nice or I'll sic my evil monster puppets on you. x) So... Tell me what you guys think?
Dean: I hated it. ::sulks::
::Eight Hours::