STING IN THE TALE
WOW: soar/sore. Dean's being such a drama queen. Or maybe not ...
A story in two drabbles.
Disclaimer: I don't own these wonderful boys.
Chapter 1
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Why doesn't Sam believe me?
Honestly,I'm in agony here! The thing that stung me soared over me like some great black and yellow B52, before landing on my shoulder and attacking me; sticking me in the neck with the freakin' harpoon in its giant stripey ass. Seriously; I've seen vamps that didn't leave puncture wounds that size.
And now, I've got a massive, purple welt growing on my neck. It's so goddamn sore, swollen with – no doubt – deadly poison, and blazing away like a supernova for the world to see.
And all Sam can say is, 'it's only a wasp, Dean.'
Bitch!
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tbc