Title: figure eight, sideways
Disclaimer: narrator's mine. that's it.
Warnings: none
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Point of view: first
They never had much, those Winchester boys, but I always knew they'd be fine. Seemed like they'd go to each fight ready for anythin', and they always came out the other side—scratched up and bloody and damn near bruised all over, but alive.
Wasn't nothin' on God's green Earth that could keep those boys—men—down for long. They'd take licks that would kill other hunters and just smile. And what a smile it was! Any woman alive would melt. Most men, too.
Been awhile since I heard from any of t'em, but—they're fine. Of course, they're fine.