Title: Stiff
Author: Mad Server
Rating: T
Characters: Dean, Sam
Word Count: 100, on the nose
Summary: Dean has a problem. Sam has the giggles.
A/N: This was written for the E/O Challenge. Prompt word: "light." See the laughing Winchester, PlatinumRoseLady?
Disclaimer: I don't own these guys.
"You look like a robot."
"That's hilarious, Sam. Have you considered a profession in stand-up comedy?"
"Have you considered a profession in taking me to your leader?"
"That's aliens, dumbass."
"Well, some robots are aliens. Like the cylons."
"The - shit! ...Don't just laugh, get me a napkin or something!"
"Sorry. Here, they're right here."
"Man, that scalds!"
"Coffee: friend or foe?"
"Well, so much for breakfast. Guess I'm gonna head back to the motel and change."
"Dean."
"What?"
"Get some muscle relaxants on the way. Ganking the light wraith's gonna be a lot easier if you can move your neck."
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