FIDDLE DEE DOO

by SupernaturallyEgocentric

SPN100 Challenge: FIDDLE DEE DOO. The challenge words are breath and scratch. Sam would rather be almost anywhere than where he is right now. But that's what you get when you have Dean for a brother! Let me know if you get the title after you read the drabble! COMPLETE.

Hey guys! Our move is over, we have a house and work, the dust has (pretty much) settled and I'm back on my computer. Man, I missed this!

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Sam reached inside his shirt and scratched his stomach furiously. Fucking Florida. Fucking mosquitoes.

Fucking big brothers who have a hard-on for dinosaur throwbacks!

They could've been anywhere else, hunting chupacabra, vamps, zombies – hell, any damn thing! Instead, they were trailing some killer lizard through a fetid, crawling swamp that would have made Ponce de Leon crap his pants.

Blowing out a tired breath, Sam pulled out his water bottle and took a healthy chug, then glared at Dean, crouched on the trail ahead and studying a huge, clawed footprint.

One thing for sure. No more "Gator Boys" for Dean!