The Art of Confinement
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~ Oh my, would the boys be in trouble if I had a say... Just one word: SFTCOL(AR)S
A/N: Response to Enkidu07 and the gang’s Drabble Challenge. Thanks for letting me participate.
~ And muchísimas gracias to my twin sister twinchy for the beta!
First Published: 07/06/2009
Summary:
Dean took a last appraising look at his artistic work.
Prompt: worn
“You must be kidding me!” Wrapping the worn-out motel bed sheets around his lanky frame, Sam incredulously eyed the small objects haphazardly strewn around the queen-sized bed.
“You have a fever and are supposed to stay in bed, Sammy.”
“But you already confiscated my laptop and shoes.” Through his snotty nose the whining sounded more like a sob. And Dean couldn’t be entirely sure whether that was intentional.
“Why are you doing this to me, Dean?”
“Because I can’t sit on you all day, little brother,” he replied cheerfully, taking a last appraising look at his artistic work.
“But thumbtacks?!”
The End
A/N 2: Get well soon, Platinumroselady!
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~ Oh my, would the boys be in trouble if I had a say... Just one word: SFTCOL(AR)S
A/N: Response to Enkidu07 and the gang’s Drabble Challenge. Thanks for letting me participate.
~ And muchísimas gracias to my twin sister twinchy for the beta!
First Published: 07/06/2009
Summary:
Dean took a last appraising look at his artistic work.
Prompt: worn
“You must be kidding me!” Wrapping the worn-out motel bed sheets around his lanky frame, Sam incredulously eyed the small objects haphazardly strewn around the queen-sized bed.
“You have a fever and are supposed to stay in bed, Sammy.”
“But you already confiscated my laptop and shoes.” Through his snotty nose the whining sounded more like a sob. And Dean couldn’t be entirely sure whether that was intentional.
“Why are you doing this to me, Dean?”
“Because I can’t sit on you all day, little brother,” he replied cheerfully, taking a last appraising look at his artistic work.
“But thumbtacks?!”
The End
A/N 2: Get well soon, Platinumroselady!
.