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Two little Drabbles
CULINARY CALAMITY
Genre: Humour
Rating: K+
Characters: Sam and Dean
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own them
Dean doesn't often relinquish control in the bunker's kitchen. Bad things happen when he does.
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"That's the last time I let you cook dinner Sam."
"I told you Dean, I'm almost done."
"What's taking so long? I'm starving, man."
"Stop moaning jerk, you've got enough fat reserves to survive a few more minutes."
"I'm sinking fast … the lights are dimming."
"Good, I might get some peace to finish up here then."
"Hummph!"
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"Okay, here we are!"
"At last! I'm friggin' wasting away … what the hell is that?"
"A new recipe; butternut squash and spinach bake."
*…*
"Where are you going Dean?"
"To put a padlock on the kitchen door. You're never going anywhere near it again."
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UNSUNG HERO
Genre: Drama
Rating: K+
Characters: Dean
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own him
Dean's never really off duty.
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Leaning over the sink in his bedroom, Dean rinsed his grazed knuckles and wearily splashed water over his face.
The cold water felt good, cleansing and soothing his bruised cheekbone and split lip.
His tired eyes drifted out of focus as he watched the fading stream of scarlet spiral lazily around the porcelain before disappearing down the drain.
But, he couldn't help a lop-sided smirk.
Although it had been a bar fight, not a hunt, as far as he was concerned he'd still been dealing with monsters.
Those two redneck morons wouldn't be forcing themselves onto any woman again for a very long time.
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And that is our boy! Gentlemanly to the last :D
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And yes, I couldn't resist a little bit of Dean being a hero and taking the law into his own hands :)
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