Title: Klondike Bar
Author: BlazeorFade
Summary: We ask the Winchester men the immortal question: What would you do for a Klondike Bar.
Warnings: I may not be in my right mind as I write this but other than that we're good.
Disclaimer: No they wouldn't sell the boys to me, I tried I really did. Maybe I shouldn't have gone into detail about what I intended to do with those pretty pretty boys.
DEAN WINCHESTER
"Today we ask a very important question, ladies and gentlemen. What would Dean Winchester do for a Klondike bar? Here's the subject now." The author says. She spots the elusive hunter across the bar and approaches stealthily. Then trips over a pool cue and falls into the blonde man's lap.
"You alright?" Dean asks smiling with amusement. Authoress momentarily forgets to breath before remembering her mission for information.
"Dean Winchester I have a very important question to ask you." She says seriously.
"Do I know you?" He asks confused.
"No."
"Oh okay then, shoot." Dean says nodding for her to a sk her question.
"Alright Mr. Winchester, my question is What would you do for a Klondike Bar?" Authoress asks pulling the treat out of nowhere, because she's just skilled like that.
"What do you want me to do?" He leers at her suggestively making her realize she's still in his lap and his hand is starting to….Authoress falls out of his lap from sensory overload.
"Um okay." Dean stares down at the twitching writer and gingerly takes the ice cream out of her hand.
"Is she okay?" A passing waitress asks.
"Sure, just had to much of something." Dean says grinning at the cute waitress then proceeds to bang her in the ally behind the bar.
"Damnit all." The Authoress comes to on the bar floor minutes later and realizes what happened.
"I guess its on to Sam then." She says and walks to the nearest library to find the youngest Winchester.
TBC with Sam's answer.
