The Conscience of the King
E/O Drabble Challenge: word count 100
Challenge word: play
Warnings: F bomb, swearing generally
Summary: The Winchesters gain a new appreciation for Shakespeare's finest creation.
The irony of Hamlet being a ghost himself was lost on Dean right now, as the rapier narrowly missed piercing his left lung, instead burying itself in the meat of his shoulder. He was pinned to the wall like a fucking butterfly.
"Shit!"
"The play's the thing, wherein I'll catch…"
"Heard it all before, you crazy Dane." Dean glared past the posturing spectre, panting through the pain.
"Anytime now, Sam!"
Hamlet came at him roaring, only to dissolve into smoke and sparks.
"Finally!" Dean pulled himself free, wincing as the blood began to flow.
"Besides, Mel Gibson did it better."
