SuperNatural drabble
Um, yeah. Just a quick Supernatural all-dialogue drabble. I disclaim
“Hey, what rhymes with pretty?”
“What? What are you doing over there?”
“Nothing. Mind your own business. Now, how’s about it?”
“I don’t know, witty?”
“Yeah, witty. That’s good. Uh, much better than what I have. Scratch out the T, add a W. Hmm, better.”
“Wait, what is that? Is that…? Are you writing poetry?”
“So what if I am?”
“I thought you said real men didn’t do things like that. It’s not like you to get so emotional, so attached.”
“It’s just a poem.”
“I dunno, Dean. Seems pretty girly to me.”
“Girly? This coming from you, Mr. Sensitive?”
“Who says I’m sensitive?”
“No offense, bro, but the kids on the playground didn’t call you Sammy WinChesty for nothing.”
“Hey, what rhymes with pretty?”
“What? What are you doing over there?”
“Nothing. Mind your own business. Now, how’s about it?”
“I don’t know, witty?”
“Yeah, witty. That’s good. Uh, much better than what I have. Scratch out the T, add a W. Hmm, better.”
“Wait, what is that? Is that…? Are you writing poetry?”
“So what if I am?”
“I thought you said real men didn’t do things like that. It’s not like you to get so emotional, so attached.”
“It’s just a poem.”
“I dunno, Dean. Seems pretty girly to me.”
“Girly? This coming from you, Mr. Sensitive?”
“Who says I’m sensitive?”
“No offense, bro, but the kids on the playground didn’t call you Sammy WinChesty for nothing.”