Disclaimer: Make me.
A/N: Yar, I'm back! Haha, so this story is going to be shorter than my added notes. I wish, hope and only want just one review for this one, though I will be surprised at that. The story behind this story? I was at work one day, very bored in the middle of a blizzard (yeah, haha, obviously this was written in winter), and I asked my co-worker for a story idea title. He simply looked at me, smiled, and said no. Check, I wrote that down. I asked for a number of words that the story had to be. He said 45. I rolled my eyes and wrote this down. Next I asked him for sentence that had to be in this... can it even be called a story? He wouldn't say anything. I told him that if he was going to pout and not answer that I was going to throw him into a snow bank. He laughed and said 'Well don't ask.'. Check. Got my sentence. Haha, so yeah- this is what came of it. Enjoy, and please review!
Title: No
Genre: Umm... humor...
Summary: Gezz... there's no summary.
No
"Do you think I can fly?" six year old Sam stood on the top of a picnic table.
Dean shoved his brother off the table. With a solid thud Sam hit the ground.
"No."
"Hey!" Sam cried.
Dean shrugged, "Well don't ask."
The End.