I have little to no explanation for this. Or, at least, nothing that won't end up with me wondering if I should try the 'PUDDING!' tactic myself. :D

Disclaimer: I don't own these boys, or the field, or the sky. I *might* own the malevolent Muse that is the silent antagonist of this story.

But you can't prove anything. :D


"Dean, I just think we should do more research before— OW!"

Dean turned to see what had happened and found his brother glaring upward at the empty sky and rubbing his head.

"You okay there, Sasquatch? Bump your head on the clouds or something?"

The glare swung down to level on Dean. "No, I didn't bump my head on the clouds, Dean. Something fell out of the sky and hit me."

Dean looked up to verify that there wasn't anything close enough to drop something from—and being in the middle of an empty field pretty much cemented that one—then down to see if there were any rocks or meteors or . . . dead birds or something.

All he saw was bare dirt.

"You sure?" he asked.

He got a bitchface for that. "No, Dean, I think I'm hallucinating the thing that just hit me in the head."

Dean shrugged, lips curling down briefly. "Well, I don't see anything that could have hit you. It's not hailing or anything . . ." He held out a hand to see if anything was coming down. "Nope. So, what hit you then?"

Sam scowled at the ground at his feet, looking for the evidence of his abuse. "I don't know."

"Well, unless you pissed off some sky demon or something . . ."

Sam sighed. "With my luck? You never know. But I don't think I have."

"All right then. Let's keep going. I want to be back to civilization by dinner."

Sam followed when his brother started walking again, but eyed the empty sky warily.

He would be prepared when the next attack came.

And then he'd be ready to fight back.


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