Disclaimer: This is a transformative work of fiction based on the original creation of Eric Kripke. No offense meant and no profit made.

E/O CHALLENGE

A/N: A special father's day drabble – very late, I know… told in two chapters….

Word: wicked

Word count: 100 on the nose, baby…


Dean was rooted to the spot watching the water cascade down the woman's face and the expression change from shock to fury.

"YOU!" the old woman bellowed. "You… wicked, wicked child…"

Fury stole her words, but Dean was too stunned by the failure of his foolproof plan to move until he heard his father slam the door open.

"GET DOWN!" John bellowed as the woman unleashed a fireball where Dean had been standing only moments earlier.

The woman wheeled to face this new threat, words in an ancient language tripping off her tongue. Bullets ripping into her torso silenced her.