E/O Challenge: Pop
Word Count: 100
2 related drabbles.
"It's our kind of gig."
"It's 'Sadie's Home Cookin', Dean, not the 'Pit of Despair'".
"Exactly my point. Doilies. Needlepoint. Evil."
"Biscuits. Pot roast." Sam canted his head back, breathed in. "Sweet potatoes with little marshmallows."
"And their customers keep disappearing," Dean snapped, breathed in. "That's apple pie." He took a hasty step backwards.
"With cinnamon." Sam listed forward, but was brought up short by the unmistakable squeal of Dean's EMF. He groaned: "Damn it. Cinnamon, biscuits, and evil."
"Told you. You can't trust these mom and pop places." Another deep breath. "Maybe we could eat, then burn the place?"
Please read chapter 2