Supernatural 100 Drabble Challenge
Prompt Word: PUFF
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Supernatural. I'm just have fun with the characters of Sam and Dean.
THE VOODOO THAT YOU DO
By: Vanessa Sgroi
The chains rattled as Dean readjusted his weight, taking some of the strain off his arms. He watched the woman before him, smirking as she approached with a soft-looking spongy item clenched in her hands. "What're you going to do, powder my nose with your little powder puff there?"
"Not exactly." Her grin was pure malice. Lifting her hands, she blew out a strong puff of air, dispersing a fine powder directly in Dean's face.
Dean gasped and choked. His world went dark.
"Dean? Dean, hey now, c'mon...wake up. It's been long enough." Sam's voice suddenly penetrated the fog.
Dean groaned hoarsely and fought to open his eyes. He blinked a few times bringing Sam into focus.
"What happened?" he croaked.
"I told you not to mess with the voodoo priestess."
"Huh?"
"She really whammied you good."
"She did?"
"Yeah, she did. You've been in a zombie-like fugue for a week."
"A week?!" It was then Dean realized the last thing he remembered was being chained in a dark basement somewhere. And now he was tied to a bed in a motel. He pulled on his restraints and shot Sam a questioning look.
"Sorry about that," Sam muttered. "You kept trying to...uh...leave."
"Did I do that?" Dean pointed to the black eye and puffy lip Sam now sported.
"Yeah."
Dean frowned in consternation.
Sam shrugged. "No big deal. I was trying to counteract her command. It took a little while."
Dean slowly sat up, trying to shake off the muzziness in his head. "I didn't hurt anyone else, did I?"
"No. Hey, you hungry?"
"Starving! And I know just what I want."
"What?"
"Braaaaiiiinns..."
"Not funny, Dean."
"It was a little funny!"
FIN