Ok, this is exclusively written for Nana56, cos she is having a rough day. And needs a little pick me up. It's not regulation 100 words, it's extra, but it does include the drabble phrase for this week. Enjoy Nana!!!
Dean glances at Sam, who is staring out the window of the Impala, his mind a million miles away.
Thank goodness.
He cracks the window and hopes Sam doesn't notice the smell.
Damn, he must have eaten something bad for dinner.
Hs stomach rumbles again, and Dean knows he had better stop soon, or he will be in real trouble.
The trouble is, they are in the middle of freaking nowhere land, and the only thing Dean can see is woods, more woods, and even more woods.
So, great.
Just great.
And he'll be damned if he is gonna dump a load in the middle of the forest.
All of a sudden, Sam snaps out of his daze, and looks at Dean, mouth gaping open, hand going to his nose in protest.
Dean tries to ignore him and steps on the gas, willing them out of the middle of nowhere.
It's as if Sam is reading Dean's mind, when he says, "You have no other options Dean, and anyway, the leaves can't be as bad as the toilet paper in the motel bathroom."
Sam tries to stifle his laugh, and fails, as Dean pulls over to the side of the road, his face bright red.
He gets out of the car, and as he slams the door shut, Sam hears him yell, "shut up bitch."
