Here's 67impalalover's chapter for day 11!
Well, the new chapter. Hmm…anyone remember a certain quote from 'yellow fever'?
"…And you… you're gassy. You eat half a burrito and you get toxic!"
On the eleventh day of Christmas Taco Bell gave to me, eleven gassy hours…
"Hey, Sam?" Dean nudged Sam's shoulder in an attempt to wake him. "Sammy?"
Sam slowly opened his eyes and blinked before looking over to his older brother. "Yeah?"
"We're in the city now. Where do you want to eat?"
"Uh…I don't know."
"Pick somewhere." Dean insisted.
"Okay, Taco Bell." Sam suggested at random.
Dean turned back towards the road. "Taco Bell it is."
Ten minutes later…
The Impala stopped behind an old car in the drive through. "Hello, welcome to Taco Bell. What can I get for you?" Greeted a voice from outside the car.
"Uh…I'll have taco supreme…no, three taco supreme's, and a large coke " Dean ordered and turned to his brother. "Sam?"
"I'll get a bean burrito and a large sprite."
"That will be ten dollars and ninety two cents. Please move up to the next window."
Twenty minutes later…
The Impala drove down the busy city streets. A few people from the street turned to look at the car and gave Dean a 'thumbs up'.
Sam opened his mouth to take another bite out of his burrito. His eyes grew wide and then he put the burrito down on his lap.
Dean looked over at him questioningly. "Dude, you okay?"
"Uh…yeah."
Dean scrunched his nose. "Aw…what's that smell?" He began to wave his hand in the air furiously in an attempt to clear the horrible scent. "AH!"
Sam burst out laughing.
Dean turned to face Sam in disbelief. "That…that was you?! Sam?!" He yelled and started to roll down the window, it got stuck only seconds later. Dean used both hands but he could still not open the window. The Impala swerved to the left side of the road.
"DEAN!" Sam shouted to get Dean's attention.
He quickly grabbed the steering wheel and pulled the car into the nearest parking lot and rushed out, slamming the door behind him.
Sam continued to laugh as he watched his brother start to cough and lift his jacket to his nose, only to discover that the toxic smell had soaked into his clothing. He ripped it off of his back and threw it into the trunk of the car. Dean glared at Sam from outside the car and pointed at his watch, mouthing the words 'five minutes'.
Five minutes later…
"That was freaking disgusting." Commented Dean angrily.
"It wasn't that bad." Sam lied.
Ten hours later…
"I can't believe that that stink is still here!" Dean complained.
Sam smiled mischievously.
"You ever, ever get one of those things again, and you're walking."