A triabble by Amberdreams, Dizzo and Edina Clouds, not necessarily in that order.
Our word was 'hole', the E/O challenge word or theme was 'confession'
As if it wasn't enough to be on the FBI's most wanted list, sought after by demons and monsters, now some hunters have it in for our boys...and this time it's really through no fault of their own.
"Frickin A-holes," Dean thought as he licked at the trickle of blood that was oozing from his damaged lip.
"C'mon Dean ... we know your brother did it, so why don't you just tell us where he is and we'll let you go."
"Keep telling you," the older Winchester grimaced, straining at the rope binding his wrists. "You're wrong ... Sam didn't kill Wandell ... I did."
"You confessing, boy?"
"Are you deaf? S'what I've been trying to tell you … so you can forget about Sam … s'me you want."
"That so ... well now ... time for payback."
Dean groaned in relief.
So, his false confession meant he was stuck in this shithole with these psychos, but Sam was safe. The price was fair.
His relief was short-lived, however, as a fist slammed viciously into his tender ribs.
Doubling over, his lungs burned as he gagged hot, coppery blood.
Fingers twined through his hair and brutally tugged his head upwards, so he could look into his attacker's eyes.
"Don' rightly care who done it, Winchester," sour breath tainted with tobacco teased his face; "'cause when we're done here, we're goin' after Sam anyways."
"Like I said, boy; payback."
Huh. That put a whole new complexion on this fessing up idea. Threatening his little brother? So not cool. He was gonna fill these douchebags fuller of holes than Sam's socks.
Dean smiled. He surged up, ramming into Moron #1's chin in a flawless headbutt, laying him out cold. Moron #2 reacted too slow. Dean swung the chair he was tied to, sweeping the guy off his feet, perfectly positioned for a debilitating kick to the crown jewels.
Job done.
Dean worked free of the ropes.
"Just so y'know. Neither of us killed Wandel. It was a demon called Meg."