FIC: Not Cursed
Not Cursed
Characters: Dean, Sam
Rating: G
Word count: 200
Summary: Dean has a bad day. No curses, no hexes, no rabbit’s foot. Just a bad day.
A/N: I did this story for a 200-word writing challenge, where I had to include the sentence “Seriously, can my day get any worse?”
It starts the moment Dean gets out of bed, when he trips over his own boots he left by the bed the night before, and lands sprawled on the hard floor. It continues when he spills his coffee down his front. With his eyes, he dares Sam to laugh. Sam doesn’t, but his lips twitch and he can’t meet Dean’s eyes. He changes his shirt, and goes to the bunker’s firing range, where his gun jams. He can’t find any beer. And the Impala refuses to start when he tries to go get more beer.
“Seriously, can my day get any worse?”
This is getting out of hand. He goes to find Sam, who’s sitting in the library tapping at his computer keyboard with a look of intense concentration.
“Sammy, I think I’ve been cursed.”
Sam snaps out of his work immediately and shoots Dean a look of concern.
“What?”
Dean explains the day he’s had.
“But Dean, we haven’t gone out of the bunker for days. I think you’re just having a bad day. It’s totally normal.”
When Dean walks into the kitchen the next morning, Sam smirks at him and Daniel Powter’s Bad Day blasts from his phone.
END
Characters: Dean, Sam
Rating: G
Word count: 200
Summary: Dean has a bad day. No curses, no hexes, no rabbit’s foot. Just a bad day.
A/N: I did this story for a 200-word writing challenge, where I had to include the sentence “Seriously, can my day get any worse?”
It starts the moment Dean gets out of bed, when he trips over his own boots he left by the bed the night before, and lands sprawled on the hard floor. It continues when he spills his coffee down his front. With his eyes, he dares Sam to laugh. Sam doesn’t, but his lips twitch and he can’t meet Dean’s eyes. He changes his shirt, and goes to the bunker’s firing range, where his gun jams. He can’t find any beer. And the Impala refuses to start when he tries to go get more beer.
“Seriously, can my day get any worse?”
This is getting out of hand. He goes to find Sam, who’s sitting in the library tapping at his computer keyboard with a look of intense concentration.
“Sammy, I think I’ve been cursed.”
Sam snaps out of his work immediately and shoots Dean a look of concern.
“What?”
Dean explains the day he’s had.
“But Dean, we haven’t gone out of the bunker for days. I think you’re just having a bad day. It’s totally normal.”
When Dean walks into the kitchen the next morning, Sam smirks at him and Daniel Powter’s Bad Day blasts from his phone.
END