Title: Crazy Rabbits
Rating: K+
Warning: A bit cracky (maybe?)
Pairings: None
Notes: Really not sure where this came from. Closest thing to humor that I've ever written.
Disclaimer: I don't own the fandom or characters and I'm not making any money of of this story.
Challenge: Used prompts: logic, the killer rabbits were on the move
Spn ~ Spn
"Dean –"
The aforementioned Winchester cut him off. "Sammy, we have to go. The killer rabbits are on the move." Dean ignored the ridiculousness of that statement.
Sam wasn't ready to let it go, though. "Dean—"
"Enough, Sammy. We have to go!"
Sam rolled his eye. "Use logic. Do you really think our culprit is killer rabbits?"
"That's the only thing that makes sense." Dean could be a short-sighted as the next guy.
Sam once again rolled his eyes, but found himself following Dean's lead. He really needed to learn to think for himself.
What happened when they met up with the killer rabbits could only be from a kid's freakish nightmare. Both Dean and Sam were on the ground, and there was a white, fluffy rabbit standing over Dean, a pointy carrot raised threateningly over its head. Another brown, just as fluffy rabbit was standing similarly poised, ready to attack Sam.
Sam and Dean locked gazes. They were really about to be done in by rabbits. Of all the ways to go...
The carrots came down simultaneously...
Dean woke up and sat up so quickly, his head swam. He grabbed it. "Whoa!"
Sam sat up in the bed next to his. He rubbed his eyes tiredly. "You okay Dean?"
Dean thought back to the weird ass dream he just had. "Fine, Sammy. Remind me to never eat a burrito right before bed again, though."
Sam nodded, already lying down to go back to bed.
Dean shook the dream away. No rabbits were about to do him or Sam in. There was nothing to worry about. Dean wanted to laugh hysterically, but just went back to sleep.