Challenge Word: pull
Disclaimer: See chapter one
Word Count: Very much exceeds 100! This scene just couldn't be held to such a small word count.
Previously: "Oh shit," thought Dean anxiously, just as the sound of rumbling tummies made themselves known.
"Damn, sorry about that boys, my stomach is feeling a little off this morning," Bobby apologized as his stomach rumbled rather loudly once again.
"Yours isn't the only one Bobby," Sam groaned, wrapping an arm around his stomach as he was suddenly assaulted by a vicious cramping sensation just before an odiferous sound filled the air.
"Jeez Sa, couldn't you have waited until you got to the bathroom to do that boy?" Bobby queried as he waved his hand in front of his face. "You stink!"
"Sorry Bobby, I didn't mean to….oh shit, I gotta go," Sam voiced, pushing back from the table in a desperate need to get to the bathroom. Wincing as he stood on his sprained ankle, he started hobbling towards the bathroom as fast as he possibly could on the injured ankle.
"Maybe you better help Sammy to the bathroom Dean, he might not make it in tim….Sonuvabitch," Bobby groaned, clenching his buttocks as a desire to use the commode hit him with gut wrenching force.
"Uh, I'm gon-gonna go help Sa-Sammy," Dean stammered out as he watched Bobby break out in a cold sweat. He had no doubth that Bobby was about ti figure things out.
"Hold it right there, ya idjit!" Bobby ordered, as a sudden understanding of what was happening hit him full force.
"B-but you said for me to g-go he-help Sammy," Dean stuttered.
"Yeah, and I also warned you not to pull one of your stupid pranks while staying here, didn't I?" Bobby questioned, clenching his butt cheeks once again to keep from soiling his pants. "What the hell did you do to the coffee?"
"Would you believe me if I said nothing?" Dean asked innocently.
"Hell no," Bobby responded, glaring at the oldest of the Winchester siblings. "Fess up, boy."
"I, uh, I put some laxative into the latte. I didn't know you were going to drink some of it too Bobby. I swear!"
"That doesn't matter boy. You don't pull shit like this at my house, and especially not when your brother is hurt." Bobby bellowed. "And let me tell you another thing, as soon as I get finished with business in the damn outhouse, you and I will be having a talk and I don't mean with just our mouths either," Bobby warned Dean as he dashed towards the dreaded outhouse since Sam had the bathroom occupied.
TBC Uh oh Dean…put on your running shoes.
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