The word this week is Sport, to celebrate the winter Olympics. This is set at a time when the brothers are still brothers to each other. Oh and I took license so it's 200 words. Apologies for one f-bomb!
"I don't know what the fuck's so funny?"
Dean sulked, arms folded tightly across his chest as he leaned against the headboard watching the fearsome sports men and women strut their stuff at the winter Olympics. Sam held his hand up, pleading for a moment as the tears rolled down his flushed cheeks.
"Dean, you daren't even fly in a safe, solid airplane and you think ski-jumping is your sorta thing?"
The elder Winchester threw an offended pout.
"I could do it, Sam. I know how to face my fears."
Sam acquiesced the point grudgingly.
"But those guys are super fit, have thighs like tree trunks. Just look at 'em."
The older man scoffed and kneaded his own denim clad leg.
"Nothing wrong with these beauties, Sammy. Rock solid."
He waved his leg vaguely toward his brother, reaching for another donut from the box beside him as the TV coverage segued into the next event.
"Ah now...maybe that's more you?"
Sam laughed as the romantic music swelled the male figure skater took to the ice, his sequined spandex glittering under the lights.
Dean smiled and winked playfully.
"Well, I have been told I look good in pink Sammy!"
Go Team GB! Hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading.