Happy St George's Day
Apr. 23rd, 2014 07:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dizzojayBut, hey ho, when have I ever let a little thing like reality get in the way of some juicy Winchester Whump?
So, for your entertainment, here's a teeny weeny, terribly English, celebratory drabble!
BY GEORGE!
Rating: K+
Genre: Humour
Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
Our boys are in England (no idea how or why). They learn a painful lesson that some ancient legends aren't all they're cracked up to be.
A/N (longer than the drabble) Dragon Hill is a small hillock nestled deep into the windswept and beautiful rolling chalk downs of southern England close to a tiny village called Uffington. On its flat summit is a patch of bare chalk where the grass has never grown. Ancient legends say that this is the place where Saint George, the patron saint of England, killed the dragon that is forever linked with him and its spilt blood poisoned that patch of ground so that nothing would ever grow there.
Faint wisps of smoke drifted lazily around the remote hilltop as the brothers stood, soot-blackened faces frozen in mute shock.
Dean coughed and blinked to clear his vision, watery eyes peering from under singed, heat-crinkled lashes.
Scraping his fringe back from his forehead with shaking fingers, Sam discovered that the force of the blast had already done the job, taking his eyebrows with it.
They watched in despondent silence as the blackened shell of Sam's 'Lonely Planet guide to England' crumbled into ash.
"Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"You say this is where Saint George killed the dragon?"
Sam nodded.
"Well, he freakin' SUCKED at it!"
xxxxx
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Date: 2014-04-23 09:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-04-23 10:24 pm (UTC)Also I loved the drabble, and I'm mourning poor Sam's eyebrows, honest I am between fits of giggles.
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Date: 2014-04-23 11:30 pm (UTC)Is it wrong that I'm picturing the boys running for their lives while stripping off burning articles of clothing? The dragon would give slow pursuit, giving the boys time to at least attempt a drop and roll to snuff the flames, but then she'd light them up again, and finally the boys would only stop to tear the shirts and jeans off. By the time they reached some cave for safety, all they'd have left were their boots. Which of course was the dragon's plan all along - did I mention the dragon was female? ;D
I may be rusty at writing stories, but I can still put together a fun summary!
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Date: 2014-04-24 12:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-04-25 07:25 am (UTC)Drabble and pic were perfect hun, but I just realised, I'm a full 24 hours behind on my f*list O_O Eeep!
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Date: 2014-04-25 11:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-04-25 11:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-04-25 11:25 am (UTC)That's a fine story - it needs to be written into a fanfic. Now!
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Date: 2014-04-25 11:26 am (UTC):)
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Date: 2014-04-25 11:27 am (UTC)Oh, these things happen, we all have to give over fandom time to real life on occasion :)
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Date: 2014-04-26 06:42 pm (UTC)