Just a bit of madness, this, but fun! Written for
memphis86 and her prompt of Sam/Dean, cursed dancing shoes.
They're sort of dancing shoes.
Well, they're shoes, at least. And they're cursed. And they do dance.
(Dean really wishes they didn't.)
Title: Conversely Speaking
Rating: PG-13 (innuendo, cussin')
Pairing: Sam/Dean
W/C: 1000 on the dot
(
It's harder than you'd think to destroy cursed dancing shoes. Seriously, the bastards just clog their way right out of the fire every time Dean thinks they've finally started to burn. )