Big Bad Wolf
E/O Drabble Challenge, word: pinch.
Summary: For once the roles are reversed when the brothers find themselves face to face with a legendary monster. Weechester.
A/N: I'm kind of rusty after weeks and months without drabbling. Gotta go and find the rhythm again. 200 words on the dot.
Dean drew closer to the fearsome beast, trying to ignore the horrible stench coming out of its dripping jaws. He shouldered his weapon, ready to take aim and do what was written when he heard Sammy cry out.
The next second his ear was pinched in a surprisingly hurtful manner while he was pulled next to his brother.
"What the Hell you think you're doing with my dog, you two chuckleheads? And please tell me there's a really good explanation for the stuff you're wearing, cuz it sure ain't Halloween yet."
Dean looked at Rumsfeld, half hidden under a frilled apron. Then at Sammy, desperately wriggling his way out of a silk bathrobe the color of red poppy, his lower lip trembling.
He swallowed hard.
"We – um – we lend the clothes from a line to play Red Riding Hood and I'd be the hunter and…"
"… and I'd come and cut the wolf up and save Dean" chirped Sam, suddenly recalling his heroic role in the game.
Bobby tried to hide his chuckle behind a cough.
"Alright. No more TV for the rest of the week. Now go and get the stuff back asap. Understood? "
"Yessir."
"Idjits."
Rumsfeld wagged.