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Here we go with a little bit more (almost) naked boys!
JOB WELL DUNG
Rating: K+ (one slightly naughty word)
Word Count: 300
The Winchesters' latest job doesn't go entirely according to plan, but Dean's determined that the Impala shouldn't suffer as a result. But poor Sammy? Now that's another matter!
A story in three seperate 100 word drabbles ...
Sam's nose wrinkled in disgust.
"I don't mean to be blunt or nothin' but, man, you stink."
Dean glared; "back at ya compost-boy."
"I mean;" snarled Dean, "what kinda spirit throws people into a dungheap?"
"The pissed spirit of a farmhand who don't wanna be ganked," Sam replied.
Approaching the Impala, Dean thrust an arm across Sam's chest to block his way.
"We're not getting in her covered in this - well - shit."
"We haven't got any other clothes, what're we supposed to do?"
Dean tugged his T shirt off by way of a demonstration.
"C'mon, peel - my baby don't do dung."
Sam gaped, slightly stunned by the bluntness of his brother's instruction; "you are joking; you're not seriously suggesting we sit in the car together, stark naked?"
His throat convulsed as he gagged at the thought.
Dean had already stepped out of his jeans and was casually threading his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers.
"Woah, woah, WOAH!"… Sam gasped in panic; "I don't suppose your baby does sweaty ass cheeks either - surely we can leave these on?"
Dean rolled his eyes. "Oh, alright Samantha - sorry, I ain't got a screen for you to change behind."
The Impala rolled onto the highway, and Sam burned with embarrassment as he glanced across at his brother who looked worryingly comfortable sitting in the Impala in just his underwear.
He would have welcomed a blunt instrument and sweet oblivion.
"What if someone sees us?" Sam hissed, fidgeting miserably as the Impala's leather upholstery stuck to his bare skin.
"Who's gonna see us?" Dean snorted, "we're out at the ass end of nowhere; the nearest town is way over ther …"
His voice trailed away as a sign appeared ahead.
'ROAD CLOSED AHEAD; DIVERSIONARY ROUTE THROUGH CITY CENTRE'
"Dean I hate you so much…"