Supernatural100 Drabble Challenge
Prompt: In honor of the 400th anniversary of Shakespeare's death, use the title of a Shakespeare play in your drabble. (Okay, I had way too much fun with this one!)
Word Count: 300


Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Supernatural. I'm just having a little bit of fun with the characters.


HOLDING PATTERN

By: Vanessa Sgroi

This was the twelfth night they'd been stuck here in the hamlet of Cymbeline, outside the town of Macbeth. So far this hunt, measure for measure, had been a comedy of errors. Everything that could go wrong, did. Then when they thought they were finally getting somewhere, it had begun to rain...and rain. It had Dean in a decidedly grouchy mood.

"Are we sure this isn't much ado about nothing?" Dean grumbled, sipping from his cup of steaming coffee as he watched the teeming rain. Thunder in the distance foretold of yet another coming tempest.

"Pretty sure, Dean."

"You know, we're never going to catch this thing if it only comes out when the sun shines," he muttered, gesturing toward the window.

Sam grabbed the remote and switched to a local weather report. "They swear tomorrow's going to be warm and sunny."

"They've been saying that for twelve days!"

"Yeah, I know." Sam's own voice was filled with frustration, tinged with boredom. "You wanna leave? Come back later?"

"Nah. We've waited this long—what's one more day."

"All right. So if tomorrow's sunny, we'll find this thing, gank it, and the merry wives of Windsor Street will be safe once more."

Dean sighed. "Great." He picked up a deck of well-used cards. "Another round? Win back some of your money?"

"How about we just order a pizza and watch a movie? The Car is due to start in about 20 minutes."

"The Car? Man, I love that movie! It's a classic! Double cheese, pepperoni, and sausage?"

"Only if we can add some spinach to that."

"Awww," Dean groaned, "you really know how to ruin a good pizza."

Sam grinned. "Well, as far as I'm concerned, all's well that ends well."

FIN