Square
02/06/11
The pieces didn't fit.
"Damn it!"
"Just let it go, Dean."
"Shut up, Sam! Just shut up!"
Sam rolled his eyes, ducking back behind his book.
Dean ignored him, glaring instead at the device in his hands, twisting it viciously.
"What the hell-?"
The wooden block slipped. It flew up... then down.
Sam yelped.
"Dean! It isn't going to happen. Let - it - go!"
Dean scowled. He put the toy down. "A few more minutes and I would have had it."
Sam didn't reply.
The box mocked Dean silently from the tabletop. He cursed it.
Stupid round hole...
...stupid square peg.
