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Challenge Words- 1) leaking, 2) skeleton, 3) create your own monster
SPN
Sammy pounced on Dean the second he stepped into the apartment. "Did you get it?" he excitedly questioned.
Dean's smile faltered. "Not exactly" he replied. "Most of the stuff was sold out." Truthfully, he hadn't had the money but Sam didn't need to know that. Grabbing some bags, he tossed them to Sam. "So I improvised."
Sammy looked at the bags. "Plastic skeletons and bats?" he said.
"And this" Dean called, throwing another item.
"A moose?" Sammy stated, eyeing the vinyl animal. "Really Dean?"
"What?" Dean responded. "It's creepy looking." Plus, he'd found it on the side of the road. Another thing he'd never tell Sam.
Sammy rolled his eyes. "Right" he scoffed, following his brother into the kitchen. Setting the supplies on the table, he surveyed his materials. "Okay, I can do this."
"I'll leave you to it then." Dean said, walking out of the room.
When Dean returned to start supper, he found his brother hard at work. Seeing the red eyed moose with its ribs sticking out, skeleton legs and wings coming out of its back, he smiled. "Cool creature dude" he commented. "What'cha gonna call it?"
Sammy stared at his creation. "A Skelebamoose" he announced.
Dean snickered. "Sounds about right" he agreed before frowning. "Dude! Watch the glue! It's leaking all over the table!"
Sammy swiftly righted the bottle. "Sorry"
"No harm, no foul kiddo" Dean said. Smiling, he turned back to the stove to finish their meal.
SPN
Sammy's eyes lit up when he caught sight of the impala. "Dean! Look! Dad's back!" he shouted as he broke into a run. "Wait till I show him my creature!"
Dean grinned. His brother loved his catch up chats with their dad after hunts. Even though Sammy knew what their father did for a living those talks hadn't stopped and Dean hoped they never did. Those chats meant the world to his little brother.
Walking into the motel room, Dean found their dad on the couch beer in hand and a scowl adorning his face. "Hey dad" he warily greeted. "Where's Sammy?"
John motioned towards the other room.
Frowning, Dean hurried to the bedrooms. He stepped into their room, his frown deepening as he took in the bits and pieces of the Skelebamoose scattered all over the floor. His brother lay face down on his bed crying. Dean headed for Sammy. How was he going to fix this?