E/O Drabble Challenge
Rating: G/K
Word: Melt
Sam didn't like the heat, the way it made everything stink and smell and fester and rot. His lungs were heavy from the damp warm air; his entire body lax on the old park bench.
Next to him Dean slouched comfortably, eating a bag of peanut M&Ms that had to be a melted mess.
Though his face was shining with sweat, he hummed under his breath and tapped out a beat.
They'd been there for four hours and had seen nothing.
"M&M?"
Dean's voice was cheerful and Sam let his head roll back.
It was too hot for this shit.