Hanged Man
I don’t own Supernatural, sadly; the show and characters belong to their respective copyright holders but the boys are such a treat to play with…
The story is mine, however. It’s plainly for fun; I neither sell it nor make money with it.
Response to the Drabble Challenge by Enkidu07 and Onyx Moonbeam on FF.net.
Setting: pre-series, WeeChester
Prompt: Spine
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Endless fields of corn passed by the Impala and its moody passengers. John in front, brooding, contemplating his next hunt, Sam and Dean in the back, half-eaten burgers discarded on the seat.
They were playing a game. Dean had to guess his brother’s word before Sam finished drawing the hanged man.
“Space.”
“Wrong.” Another line.
“Spice.”
“Come on, Dean”, Sam was getting impatient.
“I know”, sounding triumphant. “Spike.”
The younger boy shook his head and lowered the pencil.
The hanged man dangled lazily from the gallows as Sam completed the word on the sheet of paper, “SPINE”.
“Bitch.”
“Jerk.”
“Boys!”
The End
A/N: My gratitude goes out to my awesome beta twinchaosblade who makes sense of my stuff, even if I don’t.
The story is mine, however. It’s plainly for fun; I neither sell it nor make money with it.
Response to the Drabble Challenge by Enkidu07 and Onyx Moonbeam on FF.net.
Setting: pre-series, WeeChester
Prompt: Spine
oOo
Endless fields of corn passed by the Impala and its moody passengers. John in front, brooding, contemplating his next hunt, Sam and Dean in the back, half-eaten burgers discarded on the seat.
They were playing a game. Dean had to guess his brother’s word before Sam finished drawing the hanged man.
“Space.”
“Wrong.” Another line.
“Spice.”
“Come on, Dean”, Sam was getting impatient.
“I know”, sounding triumphant. “Spike.”
The younger boy shook his head and lowered the pencil.
The hanged man dangled lazily from the gallows as Sam completed the word on the sheet of paper, “SPINE”.
“Bitch.”
“Jerk.”
“Boys!”
The End
A/N: My gratitude goes out to my awesome beta twinchaosblade who makes sense of my stuff, even if I don’t.