Double Dare You
E/O Drabble Challenge, word: card.
Summary: Nobody should dare to lay his hands on Dean Winchester's baby and think he'd live it out... Happy Birthday Swellison!
A/N: I couldn't resist – the story came up in my mind and simply needed 300 words – sorry. Though: a 100 at a time, I wouldn't dare otherwise ;-)
The bags were packed, the morning sun revealed some major cruelties to everyone with the slightest amount of taste and Dean was more than happy to leave that hick town when he noticed the card beneath the threshold.
He bent down, wondering if the cute receptionist...
"Sammy!"
The pure horror in his brother's voice had the latter jumping from the bathroom still wet, the towel adventurously tied to his hips.
"What's wrong?"
Pale and shaking Dean handed him the card.
On the front was the Impala, standing at the edge of what seemed the Grand Canyon, looking small and forlorn.
"Ttt... turn it around"...
Sam did, reading: "Stop following us or the next time you'll see your car not even a junkyard would give a darn for it."
"Sonoffa..."
His brother, swaying slightly, stumbled to the door, opening it.
The parking lot was deserted, the only home that had ever mattered to them gone. Except...
A curse on his lips Dean rushed to another card, placed under a stone.
It showed his baby on a huge beach, someone with a suspicious resemblance to David Hasselhoff running his fingers tenderly across her velvet hood.
His vision blurring, he turned the card.
"I gotta admit: being a hostage is more fun than I'd thought. This guy I met – well, he might not beat you in singing, but he listens to what I'm saying. We make a nice team. TTYS – I."
With a dark and deep growl Dean faced his brother, ready to kill him slowly and artfully.
Sam was shaking with laughter, sobering only when he saw 'murder' clearly written in the other's eyes.
"Dean, come on man..."
Uh-oh!
He sprinted towards the door, moving too fast for his towel – but not fast enough to escape.
Revenge would be merciless, he knew.