Tittle: Tinker Bell Farm
Challenge: Brand
Word Count: erm...yeah... this story worked either in 116 words or in 200. so don't kill me, but here's 200 words.
Disclaimer: I branded Sam. He's mine. Will trade for Dean, inquire below.
A/N: Requested by YohKo Bennington that I expand on her drabble this week. Enjoy! And Happy Birthday. From Dean's POV.
A/N2: Who saw Peter Pan? Yeah? Remember what happens when Tink's light starts to fade? "I do belive in faries! I do believe in faries!" Sorry, that shit won't work this time.
Tinker Bell Farm.
Your damn right there's fairy shit going on.
Sam says the brand used on their horses is mumbo-jumbo. Geek-boy even hinted that's why they've had a spell of good luck. Hell, all he had to say is it's a hunt.
According to research, Old MacDonald has this farm, and on this farm he has kidnapped fairies. Fairies who apparently don't like being trapped, and are ungrateful when released.
Little critters went wild before Sam and I caught them. They set all horses loose and made pigs squeal. After spending hours riding the horses back to the pen I can tell you this much: horses don't like to be called morons when you jump on them. If I hadn't been so busy with bucking Black Beauty, I might have seen the fairies sneaking up on Sasquatch, the failed animal whisper. Lucky for Samantha, they only got him with a hot branding iron.
I do not appreciate Sam's arm reading: Property of Tinker Bell Farm. He was my brother first, goddamnit.
In short, there ain't no more Tinker Bells at the farm- no matter how much you believe in those little bitch fairies and their twisted sense of humor.