TRAVELLING LIGHT
WOW: wait/pack/amuse
Catching up on a couple of previous words now that my laptop is no longer 'hors de combat'. Unfortunately, the same cannot be said for Dean's suitcase...
Disclaimer: I don't ownn them
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Sam had to admit it was very amusing watching Dean packing for the brothers' long-awaited vacation.
A couple of rare lucrative hunts had given them the opportunity to take some well-deserved time off, relaxing in the sun, sand and surf of Florida and to say Dean was excited about this would have been an understatement of supernatural proportions.
Dean had already tried three times to close his suitcase which was bulging grotesquely with a bale of eye-wateringly loud Hawaiian shirts, multiple hats and flip-flops, enough swimming shorts to last a year, snacks, books, magazines and a collection of random beach toys. Then there was sunscreen, aftersun lotion, shower gel, shampoo, and enough aftershave lotion to anaesthetise the entire eastern seaboard.
Sam had tried pointing out that they were only going to be there for a week, and Dean really didn't need to pack his entire wardrobe or the complete contents of the bunker's bathroom, but it was clear that Dean was on a mission to impress, and who was Sam to stop him?
Dean huffed and cursed, throwing his entire bodyweight across the suitcase, straining at the zip as if it were a tug of war. He was oblivious to Sam standing in the doorway watching the spectacle with a grin on his face.
Sam's grin wasn't so much a result of Dean's frustration or his angry gymnastics or even the precarious creaking of Dean's tormented, overstuffed suitcase.
Sam's grin was because he was wondering exactly when to tell Dean he'd forgotten to pack a single pair of pants.
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