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SPN100 Challenge: Flow. #1: The Winchesters are visited with a curse. #2: They're never going outside again. 2 x 100 word drabbles.
Just Go With the Flow
"Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like" - Lao Tzu
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A/N: The Winchesters are visited with a curse. In the spirit, if not quite the letter, of the prompt word. Dedicated to, and suggested by, Mrs. Ymp.
An Unwelcome Guest
The witch was apologetic, but couldn't help.
"So how long will it last?" Dean moaned.
She inspected the brothers closely. "Another fifteen years or so, I'd guess." Based on the murderous glares, she decided to keep quiet about what would likely happen when it stopped.
"Anyway," she continued blithely, "as curses go, it's not so bad. Admittedly, its manifestation in this instance is somewhat unusual, but it only occurs periodically, and you even seem to have fallen into sync together."
"Oh no," groaned Sam, feeling a slight cramping. "It's starting again."
"Boys!" thundered the new arrival, "Your Aunty Flo's here!"
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A/N: They're never going outside again.
Call of Nature
Sam had already decided he hated camping. Give me a warm, seedy motel room any day, he thought.
And that was before he found Dean clearly distressed and flailing around with both hands clenched firmly between his legs.
"What happened?" Sam demanded, wondering if he was going to get a legitimate excuse to slap his brother.
"I w-w-went in the b-b-bushes!" Dean wailed.
"Yeah?"
"It g-g-grabbed me..."
"And?" asked Sam, trying to be patient.
"I was mid-flow!"
"Ew! TMI, dude!"
"No," sobbed Dean. "It grabbed me," he added meaningfully.
Oh!
As a precaution, Sam set his pistol's safety to 'off'.
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