Challenge 4: Writing Between the Lines / PROMPT POST
This is the post where you can submit prompts for Writing Between the Lines: A Dean-focused hurt/comfort fic challenge, which is not a regular fic challenge! You can find out more about it HERE.
( Rules for prompting can be found beneath the cut. )
( Rules for prompting can be found beneath the cut. )
"I can't believe you frosted your tips!"
"Yeah, Sam...you feeling ok?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"Nothing, it's just..." Dean sighed, "...nevermind. I'm going to go shower and sleep. We're driving in early tomorrow, so get your books ready tonight."
"Ok," Sam shrugged, watching Dean kick up the dust on the floor as he walked down the hall to the bathroom. Sam turned back and caught his father glaring at him.
"That Stacy-girl dyed his hair two days ago, Sam," Dad said in disbelief. "This is exactly what I'm talking about! How the hell can I trust you on a hunt when you've got your head so far up your own-"
"I'VE HAD EXAMS! I've barely seen him! And he's been wearing that FRIGGIN' HAT ALL THE TIME-"
"BECAUSE HE LOOKS LIKE A-"
"HEY!" Dean bellowed from bathroom, shirt off and scowling. "AT LEAST I GOT LAID!"
"By Stacy?" Sam asked smiling.
"Of course by...oh SHUT-UP!" the bathroom door slammed and Sam heard the groan of the old waterpipes as the shower started up. He laughed and looked back over to see his father smiling too.
"Where the hell did he just come from anyway?" Dad asked, glancing at the door.
Sam shrugged, "Impala's been here all day."
"I thought he was napping," his Dad shrugged back.
Sam arched an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. Dean only napped when he was sick, and Dad accused Sam of having his head up his own...
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