Prompt: Musty
Word Count: 100
Rating: T (just to be safe)
Genre: Gen/Family
Characters: Sam, Dean
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, that's all Kripke. And whoever else owns the show and the boys. Me? I just like playing in their world a little. =P
SPOILERS: n/a
WARNINGS: Burning of bones.
A/N: Teen!chester fic. Sam is 13 and Dean is 17. I meant for the bones to be of Sammy's pet dog that died or something like that. But meh. *shrugs*
Tagline: Burning things is a great way to work up an appetite.
Old Yeller
Dean cracked open the crate in the middle of the musty old storage locker. The room was instantly filled with the rancid odour of decaying flesh. Sam came over, one hand over his nose, the other holding a book of matches. Dean grabbed the canister of salt and started shaking, while his brother squirted the bones with lighter fluid. Striking the matches and letting them fall, Sam let the flames leap towards the roof. Dean patted him on the back and led him away.
"I could really go for some pie right now. Sammy, you hungry?"
Sam cringed in disgust.
Comments and constructive criticisms welcome. ^_^
- Uinen