A/N: Ok, so this is a bit over 100 words… but that just means there's more to love. I'd like to thank my beta, The Tribble Master, for beta-ing this.
Extremes
Storm
Lightning crackled, illumininating Dean's surroundings before darkness fell again.
Stupid forest with stupid trees, Dean grumbled as he huddled close to a tree trunk, trying to stay as dry as possible. Sam was with the car while he checked out the forest. They hadn't anticipated the rain.
Lightning struck and Dean had to stifle a scream… err, yell, because obviously men don't scream… as a massive orange creature appeared in front of him. Dean shuffled sideways, reaching for his gun when-
"Dean?"
That didn't sound like a monster.
"Sammy? What the- what are you wearing?"
Sam emerged from the darkness, wearing a bright orange raincoat. He offered a similar one to Dean, abashed look on his face.
"Thought you might like some cover," he said. Dean just stared at him for a second before accepting the offending clothing. Shrugging it on, he followed Sam back to the impala.
"You really are a friggin' Sasquatch, you know that?"
