WINCHESTERS ON ICE

As if Dean didn't hate the Trickster enough already ...

Chapter 2

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Dean was resplendent in silver, floaty dress, obscenely short, and sparking with green sequins. His bow legs, clad in tan tights, weaved and wobbled as they held their disorientated owner upright on the ice, eventually failing and splaying gruesomely, leaving Dean scrabbling frantically at Sam's shoulder to avoid a potentially emasculating 'splits' episode.

Suddenly, the brothers froze, staring in disbelief as the Trickster skated toward them, gliding effortlessly like someone born on ice-skates.

"Hey, sport," he nodded to Dean, and turned to Sam, glancing down at the younger Winchester's groin with a quirked eyebrow.

"Bought your packed lunch with you?"

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