Disclaimer: This is a transformative work of fiction, purely for personal entertainment and no profit *sigh*. Based on the original creation of E. Kripke.
E/O CHALLENGE – I love you "guys"!
Dedication: For the wonderful Platinum Rose Lady!
A/N: I know I've been awol. I know I owe reviews. I know I left Dean spouting Poe while injured in a cave. RL is sitting on me. I will best it soon and return to your regularly scheduled drabbling… but I HAD to post for PRL…
Word Count: 100 on the nose.
Sam's teeth had mostly stopped chattering as he leaned into his hot chocolate. His clothes were still damp due to the biting sleet from the steel-grey, Massachusetts sky. The end of November was not a pleasant time to be hunting the Devil in New England.
Dean was still shivering, though he'd deny it. Sam hoped it was just the cold and not a result of injury from the demons they'd just toasted or exhaustion. Sam reached out to check.
"Touch my chowder and you die," Dean's hand slapped his spoon away.
Reflexes in tact. Appetite good. Sam sighed in relief.