ANOTHER FINE MESS, STANLEY
WOW: use the word 'set' in different contexts. Dean hates it when he wants something perfectly reasonable, and pain-in-the-ass little brother is just no freaking fun. Lucky, then, that big brothers have a way of working things to their advantage ...
A story in four 100-word chapters. Four uses of 'set'.
Disclaimer: I'm wondering if anyone really thinks I own them?
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chapter 1
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"You're joking right?"
Sam glared incredulously at Dean from their vantage point, crouched behind the upturned table in the Bunker's main hall.
"Why would I be joking?"
Sam knew that set of his brother's features – the jerk was freaking serious.
"You wanna keep it as a pet?"
"What, Stanley? Why not? He's nice."
"Nice? He's a goddamn unicorn," Sam snapped. "He's huge, weighs half a ton and has a lethal weapon stuck to his face. Plus, he's spent the last hour on the rampage, wrecking the bunker and trying to kill us."
Dean shrugged. "Give him a chance, he's just disoriented."
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