The challenge word is independence and Happy 4th July to all my fellow drabblers.
The hunt had been a success; the dead creature's carcass now leaching blood onto the dusty earth.
The heat of the day coagulating it around the hunters as they lay in an ungainly sprawl, where its death throes had tossed them.
Consciousness returned slowly amidst soft groans as they struggled to extract themselves from the cloying, sticky goop.
Clothes stuck together, long limb clung to its lean counterpart as the foul fluid intractably bonded brother to brother.
Sam laughed.
"What's so funny?"
Dean coughed breathlessly as he fought desperately to separate himself from his brother.
"Nothing really...'cept it's Independence Day!"
I wrote this last 4th July for our British SPN gathering at the Hilton hotel so I post it now for my lovely Huntergirl and boy friends. You're a lovely bunch.