BROS

by SupernaturallyEgocentric

E/O Challenge. I almost forgot this one. We were supposed to pick a word that has two meanings, but the same spelling. Forget what that's called. Anyway, this drabble is our boys out on a job and Dean being - well, Dean!

"Is it her?"

"Gimme a sec." Sam leaned in closer to the tombstone, squinting. "Yeah, it's her. Rose Louise Whitcomb."

Dean breathed a sigh of relief. "About damned friggin' time!" He nudged Sam with the shovel. "Move it. Time to get this bitch burned. I got a date tonight."

Sam rose to his feet and stepped off the grave. "I'm sorry, is our job interfering with your love life?"

Dean snickered and started to dig. "Ah, you're just jealous of the awesomeness that is me."

"Yeah, you got me, Dean." Sam picked up his shotgun, stood ready. "Just dig, Casanova."