Disclaimer: Not mine
E/O Challenge Word: hope
Spoilers: none
Words: 100
Because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all, you're my wonderwall
~Oasis
All Dean wants to do is shoot some pool and score more than a few extra bucks. Instead he's stuck fighting off two hundred fifty pounds of drunk and stupid.
"Get the fuck off me, jackass. I won fair and square."
"I hope you don't kiss your mother with that mouth."
Out of nowhere, a fist connects with the giant's face. Dean watches him fall to the ground in slow motion.
"Our mom's dead, you sonofabitch," comes the slurred reply of a slightly-tipsy Sam.
"C'mon, Fists of Fury," Dean says, leading his brother to the Impala. "And Sammy?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."