DEW: The Donut Dilemma
THE DONUT DILEMMA
Rating: K+
Genre: Humor
Characters: Donna, Sam, Dean
Spoilers/warnings: None
Word count: 200
Disclaimer: I don't own them
Donna looked up at the two Winchesters towering over her.
“Which one of you boys ate my donuts?” Donna asked; “the ones in the refrigerator that I was going to take to the police station today.”
The Winchesters glanced at each other and back at Donna.
“Sam, Dean, c’mon, own up, there are only three of us in the bunker, and I didn’t eat them, so we have a process of elimination here.”
“It wasn’t me,” Sam announced; “I don’t like donuts.”
Donna and Sam turned to Dean.
“Why are you both looking at me?” he snorted.
“Well, you do have history with donuts Dean,” Sam replied.
“If you’ve eaten my donuts, I’ll know, Dean,” Donna warned solemnly.
“How do we know you didn’t eat them?” Dean grinned.
“Oh, trust me, we’ll know,” Donna replied.
“How?” Dean replied warily.
“Well, you see they were for a stakeout, and they’re infused with a very strong sleeping medication.”
“Uh Sam,” Dean muttered, fidgeting nervously; “I’m just going to my roo… ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ”
Sam sighed as he and Donna looked down at the prone figure sprawled across the floor; “Probably not the most challenging case you’ve ever had to solve, Donna.”
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end
Rating: K+
Genre: Humor
Characters: Donna, Sam, Dean
Spoilers/warnings: None
Word count: 200
Disclaimer: I don't own them
Donna looked up at the two Winchesters towering over her.
“Which one of you boys ate my donuts?” Donna asked; “the ones in the refrigerator that I was going to take to the police station today.”
The Winchesters glanced at each other and back at Donna.
“Sam, Dean, c’mon, own up, there are only three of us in the bunker, and I didn’t eat them, so we have a process of elimination here.”
“It wasn’t me,” Sam announced; “I don’t like donuts.”
Donna and Sam turned to Dean.
“Why are you both looking at me?” he snorted.
“Well, you do have history with donuts Dean,” Sam replied.
“If you’ve eaten my donuts, I’ll know, Dean,” Donna warned solemnly.
“How do we know you didn’t eat them?” Dean grinned.
“Oh, trust me, we’ll know,” Donna replied.
“How?” Dean replied warily.
“Well, you see they were for a stakeout, and they’re infused with a very strong sleeping medication.”
“Uh Sam,” Dean muttered, fidgeting nervously; “I’m just going to my roo… ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ”
Sam sighed as he and Donna looked down at the prone figure sprawled across the floor; “Probably not the most challenging case you’ve ever had to solve, Donna.”
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end