Disclaimer: I don't own the Winchesters or the fangirls. I'm merely one of them.

Author's Note: Be it the current sleep deprivation (again), the emotional rollercoaster of the past 4 days or the dodgy student food I eat, this is what my crazy mind created. I did toy with an idea to do with the gears of the Impala or inside someone's mind or clothing...but I chose this instead. Because I found the idea hilarious. And very true to life. You know it ladies. ;-) 100 words on the dot.

Warnings/Spoilers: Some scantily-clad!Dean and fangirls dying everywhere.


Gear

It was crazy. They were insane.

There were those whose heart beat so fast, they developed arrhythmias. Ventricular tachycardia became ventricular fibrillation and they died soon after.

There were those whose heart beat so hard, their aneurysms ruptured, blood spilling inside their bodies as they died euphoric deaths.

Some swooned, others fainted, a few collapsed.

It was chaos.

Deaths from various causes but attributable to one sole underlying cause.

One Dean Winchester.

One Dean Winchester, on television screens, came out of a bathroom without his gear on, clad in a scanty towel.

That Dean Winchester killed all these poor fangirls.