The Perils of Playing with your Food

[dizzojay]

A little drabble that I wrote for the weekly challenge oer on Fanfiction.net

Rating: K+
Genre: Humour
Characters: Dean and Sam Winchester
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own them

Someone thinks Dean is very tasty; literally!

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Dean cringed, rattling the chains holding his arms aloft as the Pontianak ran a scaly finger down his sternum; "I'm looking forward to savouring this fine, lean brisket."

Her tongue lingered over moist lips, ignoring the tirade of obscenities aimed her way, as her claw travelled south over Dean's cold, sweat-slick skin; "and this delicious, tender rump will make a sumptuous feast indeed."

Lifting his chin she gazed deep into his rage-darkened eyes; "I'll display this pretty head on my dinner table with an apple in its mou …"

Sam emerged from the darkness and his machete found its mark.

"Diet time, bitch."

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End

Comments

[dizzojay.livejournal.com]

Oh totally, I could think of lots of ways ...

I think I need to open a window!