ROLLING, ROLLING, ROLLING ...
WOW: to, too and two. As there are three words, I did a story in three drabbles and used all three words in each.
Disclaimer: Still don't own them!
The boys are strapped for cash, Sam thinks he's found an imaginative solution ... here's a bit of hurt Dean and all-round silliness for Deansbabybird's birthday - happy birthday hunny x
Chapter 1
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"Cheese rolling?"
"What the heck's cheese rolling?" Dean snorted.
"It's an old sport from England," Sam replied; "they roll a truckle of cheese down a steep hill and everyone chases it. Whoever catches it wins the race."
"And you think we should do this, why exactly?"
"The renaissance faire tomorrow Dean, there's a cheese rolling race and the winner gets two hundred pounds."
"Pounds?"
Sam shrugged; "I'm sure that's what the poster I saw said; I guess as it's an English thing they wanna be authentic."
"Anyway," he added; "two hundred pounds, bucks, whatever dude; we're too broke to be fussy."
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tbc