DEW: Don't Cramp Their Style
Title: Don't Cramp Their Style
Author: theymp
Prompt: SPN100 Challenge: cramp; DEW Challenge: Kevin & crime and punishment
Genre: Humor
Characters: Kevin Tram and Sam and Dean Winchester
Pairing: n/a (although that's not what Kevin thinks)
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 100
Warning/Spoilers: n/a
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters - these were created by Eric Kripke - I'm just borrowing them. I'm not making any commercial gain. No harm or infringement intended.
Summary: Poor Kevin is so very traumatized by the Winchesters' antics.
Kevin peered around the corner, drawn by the sound of low moans. He froze at the part-obscured sight of Dean clearly bearing-down on his brother.
"Harder!" moaned Sam, writhing on the floor.
"So tight," groaned Dean. "But I think I'm nearly there."
"My eyes! My brain! The fanfiction's true," screamed Kevin, running away.
Sam sat up, rubbing his still-spasming thigh muscles. "Should we go after him?" he frowned.
"Nah, serves him right for jumping to conclusions," chuckled Dean, evilly. "But next time, warm up before going running; it's exhausting trying to massage the cramp out of your freakishly long legs!"
(;,;)
Author: theymp
Prompt: SPN100 Challenge: cramp; DEW Challenge: Kevin & crime and punishment
Genre: Humor
Characters: Kevin Tram and Sam and Dean Winchester
Pairing: n/a (although that's not what Kevin thinks)
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 100
Warning/Spoilers: n/a
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters - these were created by Eric Kripke - I'm just borrowing them. I'm not making any commercial gain. No harm or infringement intended.
Summary: Poor Kevin is so very traumatized by the Winchesters' antics.
Kevin peered around the corner, drawn by the sound of low moans. He froze at the part-obscured sight of Dean clearly bearing-down on his brother.
"Harder!" moaned Sam, writhing on the floor.
"So tight," groaned Dean. "But I think I'm nearly there."
"My eyes! My brain! The fanfiction's true," screamed Kevin, running away.
Sam sat up, rubbing his still-spasming thigh muscles. "Should we go after him?" he frowned.
"Nah, serves him right for jumping to conclusions," chuckled Dean, evilly. "But next time, warm up before going running; it's exhausting trying to massage the cramp out of your freakishly long legs!"
(;,;)