Fancy Ducks Are Mean (Fun and Sunshine Challenge)
Title: Fancy Ducks Are Mean
Author: Kat
Fandom: Supernatural
Genre: Humor
Characters: Sam & Dean
Rating: PG
Word Count: 135
Challenge/Prompt(s): spn_bigpretzel: Fun and Sunshine Challenge & FFFC: Table E: Weird AO3 Tags: 70. will involve some errant swans
Summary: Sam and Dean are trying to walk back to the motel after too many margaritas. The local wildlife has other ideas.
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters and will not profit from their use.
“Sam, your fancy duck bit me.”
Sam's rolled his eyes and kept walking. He knew bottomless margarita night was a bad idea. At least the night was warm, so the walk back to the motel wasn't too bad, after he'd dragged Dean away from the river bank along the way. Who tries to argue with swans? “It's not a duck and it's not mine.”
“Hey, he's got friends.”
Sam turned around. They were being followed by a trail of swans. “Did you feed them?”
“Of course, not! I mean sorta. I may have flicked a chip into the big pond outside the restaurant. It looked hungry. I didn't mean to hit in the head. Ow!”
Sam watched as the swans begin to circle Dean. Why couldn't they just have a normal night?
Author: Kat
Fandom: Supernatural
Genre: Humor
Characters: Sam & Dean
Rating: PG
Word Count: 135
Challenge/Prompt(s): spn_bigpretzel: Fun and Sunshine Challenge & FFFC: Table E: Weird AO3 Tags: 70. will involve some errant swans
Summary: Sam and Dean are trying to walk back to the motel after too many margaritas. The local wildlife has other ideas.
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters and will not profit from their use.
“Sam, your fancy duck bit me.”
Sam's rolled his eyes and kept walking. He knew bottomless margarita night was a bad idea. At least the night was warm, so the walk back to the motel wasn't too bad, after he'd dragged Dean away from the river bank along the way. Who tries to argue with swans? “It's not a duck and it's not mine.”
“Hey, he's got friends.”
Sam turned around. They were being followed by a trail of swans. “Did you feed them?”
“Of course, not! I mean sorta. I may have flicked a chip into the big pond outside the restaurant. It looked hungry. I didn't mean to hit in the head. Ow!”
Sam watched as the swans begin to circle Dean. Why couldn't they just have a normal night?