A.N.: E/O challenge, WOW: Slip. The happiest of birthday wishes to CFEditor and Dizzo. Hopefully this drabble works for the both of you. 100 words for each of you lovely ladies. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Not mine. (but the back story where Sam and Dean have to impersonate hockey players…totally mine. :P)
"Son of a bitch." Dean bites out as one of his skate clad feet slips on the ice and almost takes him down with it.
Sam flies past him with a hurried "Come on Dean" As the possessed player beelines for the goalie, his stick raised in the air like Death's sickle.
The fact that it took Sam little to no practice to learn how to freaking ice skate is the 115th item of the list of things that Sammy can inexplicably do.
Freak of nature.
He pushes his weight off of the wall and places one foot in front of the other, endlessly proud when he doesn't end up sprawled out on the ice
He watches as Sam tackles the unsuspecting man to the ground, his teammates letting out a collective gasp as steam rises from the ice.
Holy water in the Zamboni.
AWESOME.
Sam pins him down with an elbow to the back of his neck, reciting the exorcism like it's his ABC's.
Dean stumbles and falls on a man trying to apprehend his brother.
Sam smiles in gratitude as vile black smoke leaves the hockey player.
"Thanks Dean."
"Don't mind me, just saving the day." He beams.