SPN Drabble: Desperate Times
Title: Desperate Times
Characters: Sam, Dean
Rating: PG (GEN)
Summary: Drabble. Snow, a remote cabin and small arms fire.
Notes: My first actual 100-word drabble! I feel like I've passed a fannish milestone. This is the remnant of an expired plot-bunny, written for supernatural100 Challenges #62-Cabin Fever and #58-Snow Day
Desperate Times
Sam stumbled out of bed, gun in hand before he fully awakened. Gunshots. Gunshots and no Dean.
Staying low, Sam peered out the window. Dean on the cabin porch loaded another set of shells and aimed at a snowdrift. Sam cracked the door open.
"Hey, Sam, did I wake you?"
"Gunfire. Tends to do that. What's up?"
"Road's still closed." *BLAM*
"Which makes the snow evil?"
"Yup. We can't get out," *BLAM* "Busted both shovels yesterday digging." *clack-clatter* "So, rocksalt. Melts snow, right?" *Ch-Chack*
"But the road'll be cleared tomorrow-"
"We're out of coffee, Sam." *BLAM*
"...Where's the other shotgun?"
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Characters: Sam, Dean
Rating: PG (GEN)
Summary: Drabble. Snow, a remote cabin and small arms fire.
Notes: My first actual 100-word drabble! I feel like I've passed a fannish milestone. This is the remnant of an expired plot-bunny, written for supernatural100 Challenges #62-Cabin Fever and #58-Snow Day
Desperate Times
Sam stumbled out of bed, gun in hand before he fully awakened. Gunshots. Gunshots and no Dean.
Staying low, Sam peered out the window. Dean on the cabin porch loaded another set of shells and aimed at a snowdrift. Sam cracked the door open.
"Hey, Sam, did I wake you?"
"Gunfire. Tends to do that. What's up?"
"Road's still closed." *BLAM*
"Which makes the snow evil?"
"Yup. We can't get out," *BLAM* "Busted both shovels yesterday digging." *clack-clatter* "So, rocksalt. Melts snow, right?" *Ch-Chack*
"But the road'll be cleared tomorrow-"
"We're out of coffee, Sam." *BLAM*
"...Where's the other shotgun?"
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