Disclaimer: This is a transformative work of the original by E. Kripke. A strictly non-profit endeavour here…

E/O CHALLENGE

A/N: I am a horrible person and owe many, many very, very grateful replies to too generous reviews. You know who you are. I WILL reply once I wrestle RL back to Hell from whence it came.

A/N2: I wasn't going to write until I had done (see above) BUT then I was given this word. And then a cliff. What's a girl to do?

Word: whinge

Word count: 100 on the nose, baby!


"Stop your whinging, give me your hand, and haul your sorry ass up here," Sam grated out.

"Stop what?"

"Complaining, whining, bitching, stalling…"

"Try English," Dean grunted through clenched teeth.

"It is," Sam hauled on the back of Dean's jacket.

Dean grunted.

"It's Australian. What? My roommate first year was an exchange student," Sam explained.

"Complained a lot, did you?" Dean bit out.

"What? No!"

"How'd you learn the word then," Dean pressed.

"Just, um, came up in conversation," Sam hedged.

"I'm betting you didn't have a damn tree branch through your damn leg anytime that year either," Dean snarked.