Disclaimer: I don't own them. Kripke does. No infringement intended.
A/N: My name is deangirl1 and I am a drabble addict… it's only mid-week!
A/N2: Because Bambers wanted it, and I am a mindless drone in her hands…
100 words – d'oh!
"Auntie Em," Dean slurred.
"Don't. It creeps me out when you do that," Sam winced and pressed the bloody cloth to Dean's head, which was cradled on Sam's leg.
"But we're not in Kansas anymore, dude."
"Stop."
"Were following the yellow brick road… well dotted lined…"
"Dean," Sam warned.
"Where's tinman 'nd lion, Scarecrow?" Dean's eyes were at half mast, but his smirk on full.
Sam huffed.
"Bobby's getting the car," he muttered.
"And toto too?"
"Dean, you do realize that you always set yourself up as Dorothy?"
"Why ya think I wanted red boots?" Dean clicked his heels together.
A/N: Dean's current boots ARE a dark red…. Reviews are much loved and appreciated – even if I suck at replying, I love each and every one of them….