Team Bunker: "An 8 Ounce Reptile"
Title: An 8 Ounce Reptile.
Characters: Cas, Sam, Dean
Rating: Gen
Setting: Season 9 or 10
Words: 2x 100 words
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“Been shopping?” Sam asked watching Cas lugging a huge box into the kitchen.
Cas nodded.
“What the hell man?” Dean demanded.
“It’s a tank,” Cas explained.
“What’s it doing in our kitchen?”
“It’s for the turtle.”
“What turtle?”
“The one I bought you.”
“And I’m right back at ‘what the hell?’”
“It’s a gift.”
“Well thanks, but why do I need a turtle?”
“Research shows that pet ownership has a positive impact on mental wellbeing.
“You bought me a turtle to help me control my temper?”
“Hey if it works,” Sam giggled.
“Idjits,” Dean mumbled. “Hey, lets call him Bobby.”
* * *
Dean perched on a bar stool next to the 4 foot long tank Cas had set up, effectively commandeering half the bench top for their pet.
Dean saluted the turtle with his coffee, “Hey Bobby. Morning.” Bobby the turtle blinked back at Dean from his rock. Dean bit into his slice of toast.
“Sorry I haven’t got any more food, Cas says you’re good for three or four days.”
Dean groaned internally. He was talking to a turtle. This was his life. Bloody Cas. Freakin’ angel of the lord my ass, more like angel of the pain in my ass.
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Characters: Cas, Sam, Dean
Rating: Gen
Setting: Season 9 or 10
Words: 2x 100 words
* * * *
“Been shopping?” Sam asked watching Cas lugging a huge box into the kitchen.
Cas nodded.
“What the hell man?” Dean demanded.
“It’s a tank,” Cas explained.
“What’s it doing in our kitchen?”
“It’s for the turtle.”
“What turtle?”
“The one I bought you.”
“And I’m right back at ‘what the hell?’”
“It’s a gift.”
“Well thanks, but why do I need a turtle?”
“Research shows that pet ownership has a positive impact on mental wellbeing.
“You bought me a turtle to help me control my temper?”
“Hey if it works,” Sam giggled.
“Idjits,” Dean mumbled. “Hey, lets call him Bobby.”
* * *
Dean perched on a bar stool next to the 4 foot long tank Cas had set up, effectively commandeering half the bench top for their pet.
Dean saluted the turtle with his coffee, “Hey Bobby. Morning.” Bobby the turtle blinked back at Dean from his rock. Dean bit into his slice of toast.
“Sorry I haven’t got any more food, Cas says you’re good for three or four days.”
Dean groaned internally. He was talking to a turtle. This was his life. Bloody Cas. Freakin’ angel of the lord my ass, more like angel of the pain in my ass.
***