Why does the rabbit always get screwed in the deal?! The poor little guy.

[dizzojay]

Just to prove that the rabbit DOESN'T always get screwed in the deal, here's a trio of 100-word drabbles celebrating our little long-eared friends.  Sometimes, just sometimes, it's the Winchesters that get screwed in the deal ...



All drabbles:
Rating: K+
Genre: Humour
Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester
Spoilers/Warnings: none
Disclaimer: don't own them


BEWARE OF THE BUNNY

Sam knows that Dean never overreacts when things go wrong. But maybe the rabbits ought to look out ...

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"AAAAAAEEEERRGHHHHH!"

Sam spun round at the sound

"ocrapocrapocrap …"

He knelt beside his prostrate brother. "What happened bro'?"

"Freakin' rabbit holes … LITTLE FURRY DOOUCHEBAGS …"

Sam studied the offending hole, still containing the toe of Dean's boot; "I saw you stumble, did you hurt yourself?"

Dean glared … "no Sammy, I scream and clutch my friggin' ankle all the time!"

"let me look." Sam gently examined Dean's twitching ankle, ignoring the pained gasps.

"Is it broken …?" Dean groaned irritably.

"Nope, you're okay dude, just twisted!"

"I'm still blowing the little furry sucker's ass into orbit … where's my shotgun?"

xxxxx

end

CARRY ON MY WAYWARD BUN

The boys have never enountered a hunt quite like this one ...

xxxxx

Sam stared in disbelief at the huge snuffling beast which loped past them.

"Is there anything covering this in Dad's journal?"

"It's a ten foot chocolate rabbit with a voracious appetite, aggressive tendancies and a pink candy bowtie," Dean replied curtly; "what do you think?"

Sam sighed; "thought not."

"Hey Sam," Dean's voice drifted from behind the Impala; "have we got any marshmallows?"

"Marshmallows?" Sam echoed, as Dean rummaged in the tightly-packed trunk; "what the hell for?"

Slamming the trunk shut, Dean emerged brandishing a flame thrower, face alight with wicked glee.

"Cos, Sammy, we're gonna have us some serious hot chocolate!"

xxxxx

end

NIGHT OF THE LEPUS

Dean learns a harsh lesson about stealing from supernatural creatures. Good job Sam's there. Sam's POV.

xxxxx

The creature had really laid into Dean.

My heart froze as he crumpled, shocked and dazed, into my arms; but he had taken one of it's eggs, so I suppose you can't blame it.

A vicious bite had opened his cheek, and I could see three long gashes across his chest, but with all the blood, you couldn't tell where his shredded T-shirt ended and his skin began. Gripping him tightly, I gently lowered him to the ground, cringing as I felt broken ribs grinding beneath my hands.

What a fiasco.

I can't believe Dean got whaled on by the Easter Bunny.

xxxxx

end

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[dizzojay.livejournal.com]

That was actually an Easter drabble, written just after I'd scoffed a chocolate bunny that looked very much like the one in my drabble (a bit smaller, obviously!)
Glad you enjoyed x