Title: The Gravity of the Situation
Author: PlatinumRoseLady
Disclaimer: Don't own Sam or Dean. But my birthday IS coming up…
Players: Go to Enkidu07's page, and you'll find all the usual suspects. Resistance is futile – you will be drabbleized. We're like the Borg, only cuter.
Drabble Challenge Words: "Road Trip"
Word Count: 100 words. Because that's the way I roll
Spoiler Alert: None. SNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSN
The Impala pulled up in front of the motel just shy of one in the morning.
"Sam? Wake up, we're here," Dean said, reaching over to give Sam a nudge.
Still half asleep, Sam muttered something that sounded like "Okay," opened the door…
And promptly fell out of the car, hitting the asphalt with a thud.
Dean got out, casually walked around to the other side. Sam was struggling to get back to consciousness, all arms and legs and sleep-mussed hair.
Dean just grinned.
"Bro, you are the only person I know that would take 'Road Trip' literally."
"Jerk."
"Klutz."