Disclaimer: Still own nothing. Kripke's toys. No money made here and no copyright infringement intended.
DEDICATION: To everyone that I owe a review reply to. If you knew how badly my life sucked right now and how much your review really mean to me, you'd forgive me. *hides and sniffles*
E/O CHALLENGE
A/N: Too many players to list them all without forgetting someone at this point. It is my honour to be in such noteworthy company. Thanks to EnkiduO7 and Onyx Moonbeam for being our glorious leaders!
Word: Thermometer
Word count: 100 on the bunny's nose, baby!
"Easy there sport," John exclaimed as his little son barrelled into him. "Where's the fire?"
"I need to get the thingamabobber!"
John glanced over his son's head to see Mary mouth thermometer. A smile spread over his face.
"It's ok, kiddo. I don't think you need it."
"But mommy's sick, and she always takes my tempature when I'm sick," Dean insisted.
"She's not that kind of sick. But it was fatal for the rabbit," John chuckled.
"Is mommy gonna die?" Dean's lower lip wibbled.
"No," John said quickly and squeezed his son's shoulder. "Mommy's just got something in her tummy…"
A/N: I'm not gonna lie. Even I don't know how this fits into the main story, but it seems like cheating to fill up my story count with a kazillion drabbles….
I'm hoping everyone still knows about the tradition of "killing the rabbit" (and I hope they don't do that anymore...) when a woman took a pregnancy test...
And who knew, I could be such a girl! *rides off on the sappy express*