Summary: SPN100 Challenge. Word of the week: run. Dean and Sam are injured during a hunt. The more people Change, the more they stay the same.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. And that makes me very VERY sad.
A/N: Hello, I'm back. I hope everyone is well. Real life + good nurses and doctors + better drugs = WHHEEEE!
Word count below: 100 on the nose. Boo-yah!
Dean came back last night. The dead rake he dragged in was twice his size.
Big brother grinned. He sat down, licked his paws.
Jerk.
Bobby grunted. "Idjit."
The hunt went south pretty quick. Whatever bit us was a whole new animal.
...I...hurt...teeth...blood...ohmygod...what's...happening..to...us?
Dean whispered into my ear: "Run, Sammy."
So we did. On four legs.
That was then. This is now.
We can shapeshift, but no bloodlust.
Dean likes his burgers well done.
I still like salads. Weird.
I'm glad Bobby didn't help us die.
Hunting things, saving people...why not?
Well, gotta go. Those fugs aren't gonna gank themselves.
~Finis~