Coffee, Doughnuts and a Headache
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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: 28/12/2008
Summary:
“Honestly, what’s so difficult about bringing coffee and doughnuts from the diner across the street?”
Prompt: flinch
“You can’t do even the most simple things alone, Sammy!” Dean sighed, partially with frustration but also quiet relief that his brother was okay. “Honestly, what’s so difficult about bringing coffee and doughnuts from the diner across the street? Do you never flinch from getting into trouble?!”
“Not so loud, Dean,” Sam whimpered, “my head’s pounding enough as it is.”
“Serves you right, little bro. What were you thinking attacking two armed thugs all by yourself?”
“Those guns were fake, I knew it. And we got the coffee and doughnuts for free afterwards…”
“Yeah, just like your headache,” Dean scoffed.
The End
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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: 28/12/2008
Summary:
“Honestly, what’s so difficult about bringing coffee and doughnuts from the diner across the street?”
Prompt: flinch
“You can’t do even the most simple things alone, Sammy!” Dean sighed, partially with frustration but also quiet relief that his brother was okay. “Honestly, what’s so difficult about bringing coffee and doughnuts from the diner across the street? Do you never flinch from getting into trouble?!”
“Not so loud, Dean,” Sam whimpered, “my head’s pounding enough as it is.”
“Serves you right, little bro. What were you thinking attacking two armed thugs all by yourself?”
“Those guns were fake, I knew it. And we got the coffee and doughnuts for free afterwards…”
“Yeah, just like your headache,” Dean scoffed.
The End
.