Word = Spring
Word count = 200
Evil Idea spells trouble. Came a little late to the party but hope you enjoy. Would love some feedback! :)
"I hate the woods."
"Quit complaining. Remember be careful, don't get wet."
"Gotcha,"
Sam was prepared for everything but Murphy's Law. Normally agile, but lately Dean just wasn't himself. So add a clumsy big brother to the mix and that spelt disaster. One harmless slip on a twig, then Sam watched in slow motion as Dean faltered and fell on his knees into the spring.
However, the damage could not be undone as small droplets splashed his face. "Uh-oh"
Sam turned around just in time to see the transformation. Fuming he gritted his teeth and nitpicked, "Are you deaf? I warned you about the consequences, do you listen to anything I say? No don't answer that."
"Sorry,"
"Fine strip and dry off."
"I didn't mean…"
"I warned you, now we're stuck waiting for the next new moon phase, again." Pulling out a blanket, "Guess it is a good thing I came prepared."
After an hour, Sam covered his shivering baby brother and held him in his arms. "I understood the first time it happened, but seriously, three times in a row. God, give me patience."
"But, I was careful, really Sam."
"Fine, this time I'm leaving your ass with Bobby."
