E/O Challenge: Jaw
Happy Birthday fallenangel218. These are just for laughs. I hope you enjoy them.
Three related drabbles – so, yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm cheating.
Word Count: 100 in each drabble. And jaw is in there.
"I need the jaw bone of an ass?"
"Yeah. And you have to cut it out with this stone knife." Dean pushed a flake of obsidian into his hand.
"You're making this up."
"Here's the instructions from Bobby. You have to cut here first, see, and then along the ear…"
"But I don't want to butcher a donkey, Dean. You do it."
"No can do, buddy boy. Lore says it has to be the second son. Can't go against the lore."
"I guess." Sam hefted the blade. "Anything else?"
"Midnight. And you have to be naked."
"WHAT?"
"Lore, Sam, lore."
"Ready?"
Sam pulled his bathrobe tighter. "As I'll ever be."
"Okay. It's 11:58. You have Gingerpie?'
"You can see I do!" Sam lifted the rope and the little creature shuffled closer. "And quit naming it!"
"Here's the knife. Hand me the robe, princess."
Sam stripped. Just before it was out of reach, Sam's phone chirped. He saw the Caller ID. "Hey, Bobby. Dean said you were incommunicado."
"No, just getting a part. You get the trombone?"
"A what? No. I've got a little donkey and a knife."
"What the hell for, ya idjit? Oh. Dean." A snort. "You naked yet?"
Sam heard the Impala peel out behind him. "I'm going to kill him."
Bobby cleared his throat. "So, ah, he take your clothes?"
"I can hear you laughing, Bobby."
"How far is the motel?"
"Couple blocks."
"I'll be a character witness at the trial."
Sam cursed long and loud. Dean made him knock. Twice.
"Oh, it's you. I got the trombone."
"Dean."
"I wasn't going to let you actually kill Gingerpie."
"Jaw bone—trombone? You asshole."
"Wanna blanket? Coffee?"
"I want you dead." He took both.
"Dad left me with a rhesus monkey. Try covering up with one of them."
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