Disclaimer: This is a transformative work of fiction based on the original creation of E. Kripke (I hope he is making lots of money because I am making none).
E/O CHALLENGE!
A/N: I am humbled to be counted among the legions now at play in these fields….
Word: Passion(ate)
Word count: 100 on the nose, baby!
"DAMN IT, SAM!"
Sam jumped at the vehemence of his brother's curse and the crash of something hitting the bathroom wall. Sam braced himself for the inevitable re-appearance of his brother. He'd been expecting this reaction, so he'd steeled himself for the verbal onslaught to come. Hoping it remained only verbal. It wasn't long before Dean appeared.
"Can I not trust you alone at all, Sam? I mean what have I told you about this shit? This is just NOT acceptable."
"Dean…" Sam tried to explain.
"NO. Just. NO, Sammy. No passion-fruit shampoo." Dean stormed dripping back into the bathroom.
A/N: So… I wasn't going to play this week, but I can't help myself anymore… I may need therapy… send Dean…. Please????
I promise I am slowly making a dent in replies to much, much appreciated and loved reviews… in between writing resumes… anybody else think it is totally ironic that you have to spend a fortune on paper and postage WHEN YOU HAVE NO JOB????? Shoot me please… send Dean… *whimpers*