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A/N: The now infamous drabble challenge with the usual suspects: Onyx Moonbeam, Enkidu07, Mad Server, IheartSam7, Orange Autumn, NC Girl, Nana56, MuffyMorrigan, mahtalie, Sherry Darling, supernaturalsammy67, TCB 0.5, twinchaosblade, PADavis, InSecret, deangirl1, Supernoodle, Vanessa Sgroi, moonlight80, Chailyn, Dream Painter, Thru Terry's Eyes, writergirl94, sweetysmart0505 and maybe more...
Word: Combustible
Word count: 100 on the nose, baby!
"Your hair hurts?" Sam's incredulous.
"'m hare," Dean manages.
"It's probably because you bashed your head pretty good." Sam leans in to take a closer look at his brother's head. The gash is pretty nasty. Explains the disorientation. Concussion.
"Nnn unner," Dean mutters.
"Your chest hurts?"
And then Sam notices the blood seeping from under his brother.
Shit.
Carefully, Sam rolls Dean, exposing the tiny squashed corpse.
Dean mumbles.
Sam is sure he hears, "Combustible."
"You want to COOK it?"
"Ewww. No. Said…. Kinda… busted… his… li'l… ass."
"Why is it always rabbits with you, dude?"
"Poor bunnies," Dean sighs.
A/N2: So, I'm still amusing myself here, but is anybody finding this is slow going? Perhaps, I should go back to one shots?