drabble. i'm drunk. my friends are over, throwing shit and making a scene and yelling my name. this is all i got. woof.
dirty-fighting mother--
spn gen; sam, dean
pg13 for language
110 words
tussle
They're fighting drunk, tussling, kicking wildly, kicking over tables till they get kicked out of the bar. Then it's scrapping in the dirt between Tauruses and F-150s, girls in short skirts scattering, truck drivers cursing and shoving at the rolling form they make across the parking lot. Pebbles dig into Sam's spine, twigs up Dean's jacket, and they don't stop swearing.
Sam gets a handful of dirt in the face - hollers and kicks Dean in the junk. Dean goes down hard, sack of meat, grunting and cursing Sam's name.
"Dirty-fighting mother-"
"Dirt, Dean, dirt, in my face," Sam coughs, wiping his eyes.
"You boys better get on out of here."
"Shut up," the Winchesters growl.