Prompt word: flutter
Final Straw
Dean watched a snowflake flutter into his line of sight and settle on the windshield.
"Okay, that's it. I'm done." He yanked his keys out of his coat.
"What? Wait! Dean, we can't just leave."
"The hell we can't. Sam, we've been sitting here for hours and… nothing! I'm freezing and my stomach is doing cartwheels. I say we find some hot food, even hotter coffee, and come back tomorrow."
"But…"
"The spirit's been haunting this place for 14 years. It can wait another day."
Sam paused to consider.
"C'mon," Dean sing-songed. "I'll buy pie."
And Sam couldn't help but laugh.
10-8-08