~!~ Hey, soooo, I had my bestie write up a list of a hundred words that I'm to use to write a hundred drabbles with. It took me awhile to decide on a fandom, but since I haven't written anything Supernatural lately and the first season is now airing again on TNT, I decided on Supernatural. First season = FAVSEASONEVER. Lovely, right? I hope everyone enjoys! I actually had to try and make this one short, but most of them will be under five hundred words. Please review, you'd make my day.
Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine. Psh. Season Six would be waaaaayyyy different if that were so.
Prompt #1: magenta ~!~
"Holy crap." Dean says it like he just ran into a wall and Sam almost does as he ducks into the motel room, saying,
"I don't think crap was ever holy, Dean." As he's lugging both his bag and Dean's over his shoulder like he's Santa Claus. The mental image isn't pleasing and Sam opens his mouth to tell Dean so, but then he sees the motel room and stops as abruptly as Dean did.
"Dude. I don't even know what to call this." Dean's astonishment is matched by Sam's dropping both the bag and his jaw. "It's like- waging war. On people's eyes."
Sam's still speechless. The motel's walls are painted in a brilliant shade of magenta, one that's nearly blinded with the central lighting on. The two lamps above the beds are shaped like single flower blossoms, blooming out of the wall and clashing harshly with the magenta-colored walls. There's a round table opposite the two beds and its tablecloth looks like a reject from an unsuccessful garage sale. The dusty farmhouse red and white pattern only adds to Sam's newfound headache.
Dean's examining the ancient TV like he thinks it might come to life and try to eat him. Sam doesn't really blame him either. The thing looks like it was last used in The Golden Days.
"It's like we've jumped into the Wizard of Oz." Dean says, now investigating the yellow chairs that sit around the obnoxious table. Sam shakes his head and picks up their bags again.
"Why do you know about the Wizard of Oz and not Mary Poppins?" Sam asks, putting Dean's bag on the bed closest to the door and ignoring the ruffled pillowcases. Dean ignores the comment and protests,
"No, wait, I don't want that bed!" Sam frowns, not following. Dean smiles, like he thinks he's hilarious.
"If any midgets show up wanting lollipops, you can deal with them. Sasquatch."
"… They're munchkins, Dean."
"Wow, dude, really? How are we related?"
"Jerk." Sam snaps, annoyed.
"Bitch." Dean grins, sitting gingerly in one of the yellow mini-chairs.
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