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E/O Challenge: Frosted. 100 word drabble. Dean suffers all winter long after antagonizing a certain famous winter sprite.
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It's All Frosted Up
"From whose womb comes the ice? Who gives birth to the frost from the heavens...?" - Job 38:29
Dean gritted his teeth as he threw himself against the iced-up bunker door.
"Hey Sammy, beautiful day outside," he called to his brother nonchalantly, while trying to compose his features into something other than a grimace, despite the shooting pain through his shoulder.
"Let it go, Dean. He's just a child," Sam sighed.
"I just freakin' love kids," Dean muttered savagely, while scraping the ice off Baby's windshield.
He smiled properly for the first time all winter when the sigil Castiel had taught him glowed with a sudden blue-intensity. "So, I've finally frosted your ass. How'd you like that, Jack?"
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