WINCHESTERS ON ICE

That Trickster really knows how to add insult to injury.

Chapter 3

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"What's this about, asshat," snorted Dean, clinging grimly to Sam's glittery arm as his feet went wandering again.

"I overheard you both squabbling about which winter sports you'd be 'awesome' at," the Trickster replied; "so I'm giving you the opportunity to find out," he grinned.

"I was talking about freakin' hockey, not this douchey pseudo-ballet;" Dean growled, gesticulating wildly before toppling over backwards with a yelp, flailing legs treating half the arena to a gold-medal-worthy sight.

The Trickster waved and disappeared with a grin as the music struck up.

"… near, far, wherever you are …"

Sam was definitely going to kill the Trickster.

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