Prompt Word: keen
Note: I had a horribly boring, 3 hour meeting this week. To make the time pass, I wrote drabbles. (Don't tell my boss.) This is one of three.
Let Him Eat Cake
It came out of nowhere.
"I smell cake."
Sam stopped in his tracks.
"What?! Dean, we're in the woods. Six miles from anything. You don't smell cake."
"I'm tellin'ya, man, I smell cake. Chocolate."
"Look, unless you're part bloodhound, or recently developed some freaky-keen sense of smell, you're hallucinating." Sam resumed walking.
"Uh, yeah… I don't think so."
Suddenly, Sam was on the ground, elbows pinned by Dean's knees, sides being patted down. His coat was then yanked open and a wrapped Hostess cupcake was pulled from the inside pocket.
"Cake," Dean said triumphantly.
"Seriously, how do you do that??"
12-6-08
