Flank

01/09/11


"S'not funny, Sam!" Dean insisted.

"Yeah, it is!" Sam disagreed, nearly falling off his mount with laughter.

"It threw me! I could've been killed!"

"You're just pissed because you suck at riding."

Dean ignored that, muttering about dumb-assed brothers and why-did-three-hundred-year-old-gravesites-always-have-to-be-in-the-middle-of-frickin'-nowhere. He remounted gingerly.

As Dean settled himself, Sam grinned, an idea forming.

"What?" Dean asked suspiciously, noting the smirk.

Instead of replying, Sam leaned down, reached across and smacked Dean's roan on its flank. With a surprised cry, the horse lurched forward.

"Shit! Sam!" Dean bellowed, clinging desperately to his reins.

Sam laughed, urging his own horse on. "Giddy-up!"