Supernatural 100 Drabble Challenge
Prompt Word: CAVORT
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: I surely don't own them, as much as I would like to. I'm just having a little fun.
BEACHED
By: Vanessa Sgroi
"Sam, c'mon, get a move on! We've got a lot of cavorting with the ladies to do!" Dean yelled impatiently for the third time.
"I'm coming!" Sam hurried into the room. "What's your hurry? We're just going to the beach."
"Ladies in bikinis, Sammy. THAT'S the hurry. Grab that cooler. I've got this one."
Sam moved to grab the cooler, stopping when he got a good look at Dean. "You're...you're wearing shorts!"
"'Course I am. That's what one wears to the beach."
"But you never wear shorts."
"Dude, it's 90 degrees outside. I think I'm allowed to wear a pair of shorts."
"You're gonna blind people with those arctic white legs of yours."
"Shut up. C'mon, let's get going."
Sam picked up the cooler, nearly staggering under its weight. "Holy crap, what's in here?"
"Beer."
"Tell me there's more than beer in the one you're carrying."
"There is. I made sandwiches. Threw in some chips. Cookies. Even made you a salad. Oh, and pie. I bought us a blueberry pie."
"Dean, just promise me one thing. Don't cavort too much, okay? I really don't wanna carry you home."
FIN