[FIC] SPN: Working Man (PG-13)
TITLE: Working Man
CHARACTER(S): Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester.
FANDOM: Supernatural
RATING: PG-13
WARNING(S): None
SUMMARY: "Dude, you don't even like dentists," Dean argued.
WORD COUNT: 152
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written based on
wilwarin1's request at
spn_thur_nights. Prompts were: forest, nuts, and dentist. Also, I'm addicted to feedback, so leave comments. Even if it's bad. CRITIQUES MAKE THE WORLD GO ROUND MY FRIENDS!!
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"Naw man, you're friggin' nuts, I'm not going in there." Dean surveyed the creepy as fuck forest that Sam was heading towards dubiously.
"Dean, come on," Sam said in exasperation, motioning with his flashlight, like the little pin prick of light it lent wasn't going to inexplicably land on something big, scary and most likely hungry for some nice tasty Winchester shaped treats because their luck was that bad.
Screw that.
"Dude, you don't even like dentists," Dean argued, as if that was a good enough reason to leave the man there.
"We can't leave him in there, Dean."
Dean gave the forest another look and shook his head, stalking off towards it, angrily stomping like a petulant seven-year-old.
As he passed, Sam thought he heard Dean mumbling to himself. "Stupid… Dumbass… When I get friggin' eaten by a bear who's gonna save his dumb ass then… Bullshit… I hate this job…"
CHARACTER(S): Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester.
FANDOM: Supernatural
RATING: PG-13
WARNING(S): None
SUMMARY: "Dude, you don't even like dentists," Dean argued.
WORD COUNT: 152
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written based on
wilwarin1's request at
spn_thur_nights. Prompts were: forest, nuts, and dentist. Also, I'm addicted to feedback, so leave comments. Even if it's bad. CRITIQUES MAKE THE WORLD GO ROUND MY FRIENDS!!
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"Naw man, you're friggin' nuts, I'm not going in there." Dean surveyed the creepy as fuck forest that Sam was heading towards dubiously.
"Dean, come on," Sam said in exasperation, motioning with his flashlight, like the little pin prick of light it lent wasn't going to inexplicably land on something big, scary and most likely hungry for some nice tasty Winchester shaped treats because their luck was that bad.
Screw that.
"Dude, you don't even like dentists," Dean argued, as if that was a good enough reason to leave the man there.
"We can't leave him in there, Dean."
Dean gave the forest another look and shook his head, stalking off towards it, angrily stomping like a petulant seven-year-old.
As he passed, Sam thought he heard Dean mumbling to himself. "Stupid… Dumbass… When I get friggin' eaten by a bear who's gonna save his dumb ass then… Bullshit… I hate this job…"