SPN Fic - "Red"
Title: Red
Author: mad_server
Rating: PG13
Characters: Sam, Bobby, Dean
Word Count: 100, on the nose
Summary: Sam and Bobby help fluey Dean see the light.
Disclaimer: That happiness is not mine.
"Brick?"
"Maybe around the edges..."
"Russet?"
"Russet's brown, Sam."
"Fire engine?"
Sam and Bobby trade searching looks.
"Personally, I'd call it cherry," Bobby offers.
"Huh-huh-haAAAA-TCSHSCHCHHHHH!"
"Oh," says Sam. "Yeah."
The waitress reappears, sets the draft down in front of Dean.
"You doe what, sweetheart?" Dean charms through a mass of napkins. "We're gudda deed ad O.J., too."
"You could probably use one, hon."
She turns, and Bobby drags the beer across the table, hefts it appreciatively. "Now this is russet," he says, and sips.
"That?" Sam cranes. "I would've said mahogany."
Dean scowls, snuffles wetly. "You guys are a-... aaAAAh--"
Author: mad_server
Rating: PG13
Characters: Sam, Bobby, Dean
Word Count: 100, on the nose
Summary: Sam and Bobby help fluey Dean see the light.
Disclaimer: That happiness is not mine.
"Brick?"
"Maybe around the edges..."
"Russet?"
"Russet's brown, Sam."
"Fire engine?"
Sam and Bobby trade searching looks.
"Personally, I'd call it cherry," Bobby offers.
"Huh-huh-haAAAA-TCSHSCHCHHHHH!"
"Oh," says Sam. "Yeah."
The waitress reappears, sets the draft down in front of Dean.
"You doe what, sweetheart?" Dean charms through a mass of napkins. "We're gudda deed ad O.J., too."
"You could probably use one, hon."
She turns, and Bobby drags the beer across the table, hefts it appreciatively. "Now this is russet," he says, and sips.
"That?" Sam cranes. "I would've said mahogany."
Dean scowls, snuffles wetly. "You guys are a-... aaAAAh--"