Author's Note: So this week I have suffered with a cold. [Pathetic coughing.] The good news is that this seems to mean I can write not one, but two 100-word drabbles this week! Huzzah, it's a miracle, etcetera! [Cough.] This drabble was probably also inspired by my awesome new work boots that I got last week—steel-toe, leather, size nine monsters. Never fear, I'm reining them in. [Sniffle.]
A Good Hunter
"A good hunter, Dad says, wears a leather jacket with massive pockets so he can have lots of ammo and look like a badass.
"Dad says that work boots are the best thing a hunter can wear on his feet—good traction for running away, and steel toe-caps for kicking fuglies in the nads..."
"This isn't a bedtime story, Dean," Sammy interrupts with a sniffle and a roll of his eyes. Dean hands him a tissue. Sammy sneezes into it and it joins the growing tissue mountain on the bedside table.
"G'night, Squirt," Dean says fondly, flicking off the light.
THE END