Sick of February yet?

[dizzojay]

I am, I don't do Winter very well - I was fed up with it by the middle of November.

So, just to get us in the mood for sunnier climes, I am delighted to present a wee bit of sunburnt Dean ... pass the aftersun please!


DEEP FRIED EXTRA CRISPY (DRABBLE)

Rating: K+
Genre: Humour/H/C
Word Count: approx 100 words

Disclaimer: I don't own them; checked down the back of the couch.  Nope, still not there.

 

 

Dean gingerly rubbed aftersun lotion onto his inflamed shoulders, as Sam admired his scorched cheeks, "jeez bro', you been sunbathing under the hole in the ozone layer?"

Green eyes flashed angrily, clashing violently with a crimson nose. "Shut your piehole and do my back; I can't reach!"

Sam knelt behind Dean; "I can't believe you worked on the Impala all day in that sun with no shirt or sunscreen, idiot!"

Dean grunted, "quit bitchin' Cinderella; you're just pissed 'cos even deep fried extra crispy, I'm better looking than you!"

Sam calmly scratched a retaliatory nail down Dean's blazing back.

"AAAAAARRGGHH!"