Title: It's a matter of perspective
Author: Enkidu07
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me
Challenge Word: Drift
A/N: Dedicated to Wolfpack Pride for her birthday! Sorry for any typos… it's harder to type in mittens than I thought.
The Impala plows her way through rutted, icy streets. Even Sam gives her a mental pat for her endurance in the accumulating drifts. The snow complicates everything.
"So, where's Mr. Phelps laid to rest?" Sam's doe eyes make an appearance.
Angelica flips her hair, tosses Dean a coy glance before emitting a remarkably unladylike snort, "Well, he's at Phil's Funeral Home, of course."
Dean shows interest, "I thought he died three weeks ago?"
Angelica cocks her head, sends a flirtatious smile, "Can't bury 'em 'til spring, honey."
They slide their way back to the car.
"God, I love the snow."
end.
