Challenge Word: Rock
Sam and Dean settle things the old-fashioned way.
100 Words (per MS Word Count)
Not Always...
by Swellison
"I'm hungry." Dean's stomach rumbled in emphasis, almost unheard over the continued downpour. Baby had a flat, courtesy of Sam. "Go get dinner."
"I'm not going out in that!"
"Yes, you are!"
"No. I'm. Not."
"We're settling this now." Dean raised his fist slightly, Sam immediately following suit.
One. Two. Three. Dean slapped his flattened palm on his open hand, grinning as Sam's fist slapped his own palm, staying in the rock position.
"Butyoualwaysdoscissors," Sam almost whined.
"Not always, dude." Dean smirked. "Take an umbrella, I don't want my food getting wet."
Sam growled and slammed out into the rain.
A/N: It felt like I was neglecting Dean with all the Stanford drabbles, so I did a double-header this week;-)