Drabblicious

[triquetralmoon]

Being Dean's brother had many pros.

Also, cons.

"Hey, I'm sweatin' like a pig over here!"

Sam rolled his eyes. "Do it in the car."

Sam pushed down the saw-dusted aisle, glancing at his list of spell ingredients.

"And miss this? When pigs fly!"

"Hilarious."

"Sure you know what you're buyin', Sammy? Don't want to get a pig in a p-"

Sam stopped Dean with a glare.

There was blessed silence, then Sam felt additional heft to the plastic basket he was holding.

A jar with a sow's ear.

Sam's mind filled in the gap.

"I hate you."

"I know."