SPN drabble: Cirque du Sunday Morning
Genre: het futurefic
Characters: Dean/OFC
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Summary: Drive-by silliness from the Nazareth 'verse.
Cirque du Sunday Morning
The door creaked open, and Dean yanked blankets over his head defensively.
“Close’a door,” he croaked. “Mia? …Whoa.”
Maria’s grimace was lopsided with lipstick. “Your daughter wanted to play makeover.”
“Huh.”
She sighed, pawing through her vanity drawers. “Go on, then.”
Dean wheezed a laugh. “Hot stuff there, Bozo.”
“Thank you, darling.”
“Don’t sneak up on Sammy. He’ll shoot you.”
“Where’s my cold cream?”
“Frizz your hair out some and hover over him while he sleeps, and I’ll poke him with a stick-“
Maria tossed her tub of Pond’s at his head. “Shut up laughing. Becky says you’re next.”
Characters: Dean/OFC
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Summary: Drive-by silliness from the Nazareth 'verse.
Cirque du Sunday Morning
The door creaked open, and Dean yanked blankets over his head defensively.
“Close’a door,” he croaked. “Mia? …Whoa.”
Maria’s grimace was lopsided with lipstick. “Your daughter wanted to play makeover.”
“Huh.”
She sighed, pawing through her vanity drawers. “Go on, then.”
Dean wheezed a laugh. “Hot stuff there, Bozo.”
“Thank you, darling.”
“Don’t sneak up on Sammy. He’ll shoot you.”
“Where’s my cold cream?”
“Frizz your hair out some and hover over him while he sleeps, and I’ll poke him with a stick-“
Maria tossed her tub of Pond’s at his head. “Shut up laughing. Becky says you’re next.”