E/O Drabble Challenge
Challenge word: RAIN
Word Count: Triple Drabble today - 300
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Disclaimer: Neither the boys nor anything related to Supernatural belongs to me. I'm just having some fun with the boys, playing around with Eric Kripke's sandbox.
ARK REQUIRED
By: Vanessa Sgroi
The door to the motel room flew open and Dean all but dived over the threshold, coming to a staggering stop then slamming the door behind him. "Man, it's still really coming down out there!" Sopping wet, he quickly shrugged out of his jacket and toed off his boots while holding out a bag. "At least we have some hot food."
After eating, Dean once again stood in front of the window staring morosely at the teeming rain. "Damn, four days now and it doesn't look like it's ever going to stop. How're your ark building skills?"
Sam looked up from his project with a half grin. "No better than my car repair skills."
Dean returned the smile. "Great. There goes our chance of getting out of here anytime soon." Despite his humor, Dean began to pace. Being cooped up always made him antsy. With no TV reception and endless card games having lost their appeal, Dean was beyond bored.
"Dean, c'mon. I've got an idea." Sam stood and shrugged into his coat. "As long as you don't mind getting wet."
The older hunter made a gesture. "Can't be much wetter than this. What're we doing?"
Sam picked up his creations from the table and thrust them out. "Boat races!"
Dean looked at the two meticulously constructed vessels, created from paper, plastic, and…staples? He grinned. "I thought you said you couldn't build an ark."
"I lied. Turns out, I have mad paper folding skills. Couple that with my mastery of the stapler and voila…"
Dean shoved his feet into his boots, grabbed his coat. "I get the green one!"
"No, I get the green one. You can have the blue."
"The blue? What's wrong with it?"
"Nothing. They're both exactly the same."
"Then give me the green one."
"Nope…"
"Saaaam…"
FIN