The Talking Pumpkin (Gen)
“I’m not salting and burning a pumpkin, Dean.” Sam sighed, and rubbed his head. Worse case ever.
Dean glared at snapped his fingers at the Pumpkin sitting in front of them. “It’s a talking pumpkin, it’s got to be evil!”
Sam was pretty sure he had no Advil in the car, “I don’t think-”
“I do say, it’s rather rude to speak about someone when they are right in front of you gents.” The pumpkin sniffed and hopped up and down for a moment before settling in the dirt, “Now if you don’t’ mind, I have to act as a pumpkin would.”
“See!” Dean grinned, and pulled out his lighter, “It’s going to burn in hell.”
Sam gapped, and then snatched the lighter from his brother. “We are leaving the damn thing alone. It’s probably just a stupid prank.” He leaned down and pulled on the pumpkins stem.
“Eh, I say, stop that! How rude! I don’t touch your naughty bits without permission now do I?” The Pumpkin opened its carved in teeth before jumping at Sam’s hand as if to chomp on his fingers.
Sam quickly pulled his hand away and wiped it on his pants, “That’s--disgusting…” He rubbed his hand once more before glaring at Dean, “We’re not burning the thing.”
“Sammy, we are burning this pumpkin, now give me back my lighter!” Dean narrowed his eyes, and raised his hand.
“I say leave me alone, the children need a bit of scaring once in a while!” The pumpkin huffed and jumped, biting into Sam’s leg.
“The fuck!” Sam hopped on one leg and shook the other, cursing under his breath, and finally sending the pumpkin flying.
The pumpkin smashed into the street and stopped in the middle of the road.
A car drove by and broke the pumpkin to pieces.
“Huh.” Dean grinned, grabbed the lighter from Sam and started whistling, “Guess that’s one less evil mother fucker.”
“…It was a pumpkin Dean.” Sam sighed, and eyed the Impala, there had to be some type of substance that would put him out in the trunk.
~Fin~
Dean glared at snapped his fingers at the Pumpkin sitting in front of them. “It’s a talking pumpkin, it’s got to be evil!”
Sam was pretty sure he had no Advil in the car, “I don’t think-”
“I do say, it’s rather rude to speak about someone when they are right in front of you gents.” The pumpkin sniffed and hopped up and down for a moment before settling in the dirt, “Now if you don’t’ mind, I have to act as a pumpkin would.”
“See!” Dean grinned, and pulled out his lighter, “It’s going to burn in hell.”
Sam gapped, and then snatched the lighter from his brother. “We are leaving the damn thing alone. It’s probably just a stupid prank.” He leaned down and pulled on the pumpkins stem.
“Eh, I say, stop that! How rude! I don’t touch your naughty bits without permission now do I?” The Pumpkin opened its carved in teeth before jumping at Sam’s hand as if to chomp on his fingers.
Sam quickly pulled his hand away and wiped it on his pants, “That’s--disgusting…” He rubbed his hand once more before glaring at Dean, “We’re not burning the thing.”
“Sammy, we are burning this pumpkin, now give me back my lighter!” Dean narrowed his eyes, and raised his hand.
“I say leave me alone, the children need a bit of scaring once in a while!” The pumpkin huffed and jumped, biting into Sam’s leg.
“The fuck!” Sam hopped on one leg and shook the other, cursing under his breath, and finally sending the pumpkin flying.
The pumpkin smashed into the street and stopped in the middle of the road.
A car drove by and broke the pumpkin to pieces.
“Huh.” Dean grinned, grabbed the lighter from Sam and started whistling, “Guess that’s one less evil mother fucker.”
“…It was a pumpkin Dean.” Sam sighed, and eyed the Impala, there had to be some type of substance that would put him out in the trunk.
~Fin~