Author's Note: [Grunting] ...No, I can't do it. I tried to condense this into 100 words, but as usual, the idea got away from me. It was almost a Wee!chester one again, but I forced myself not to. I've left a reference to that other idea in here, though! The word of the week is "pink".
An Oasis Afternoon
"When I asked you to pick us something to do this afternoon, I did not mean this... whatever this is," scowled Dean, with a face on him like a bulldog sucking a wasp.
"You said you wanted to unwind, Dean," Sam pointed out.
"No, I said 'let off some steam' – it's different!" He waved his pliers at Sam. "I was expecting soccer or something. This is just a bunch of old people sitting around a table, discussing different flavours of tea!" He shuddered at the thought of being totally surrounded by old people.
"Three of them are younger than us!"
"But we're the only guys here, Sam," Dean continued to whine. "I mean, with your hair you fit right in... I'm the only guy here."
Sam shot Dean a bitchy look in response to the hair comment. "What about him?" Sam nodded his head in the direction of the man seated opposite.
"He creeps me out so he doesn't count," Dean said with finality. "When I first met you, at the hospital, I mean, I thought you were so pink you couldn't possibly be a guy. Seated here today, I can finally rest my case."
Sam sighed. "This is... relaxing."
"It is flower arranging, Sam! It's boring and I am not doing it." He sat back in his chair with his arms folded, pouting.
"If you're not going to do it, shut up and let me concentrate," Sam snapped. He clipped a hyacinth's stem to length before stabbing it into the floral foam. He added some heather as well. Dean was fidgeting. "Why don't you pretend the foam is a demon, yeah? Stab it to death with your demon-killing daisies," Sam suggested.
Dean grunted, unconvinced, but he did try. He managed to whip something up before the class was over.
"And the winner is... Dean Winchester for his flower car!" the woman at the head table announced. The others in the class burst into a round of applause. Dean looked a bit shocked. "Come on up, Dean, and receive your prize of one hundred dollars!"
Dean awkwardly got out of his chair and made his way to the front of the room. The woman handed him the envelope and shook his hand warmly.
"Speech!"
"Erm, thanks," Dean said to the class. "Flower arranging, it's, uh, a fabulous pastime... I've always had a, um, interest in it..."
Sam rolled his eyes.
The End
A/N: The "bulldog sucking a wasp" phrase is one my dad repeatedly uses, so I had to stick it in somewhere. Thanks for reading! :)