Charactrs: Sam and Dean
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own them
Sam stewed silently in the police cell beside his brother. He could still feel the indignant anger rolling off the elder Winchester in waves.
Okay, so the cop who pulled them over had been a freaking tool but really? Breaking his nose, and relocating half his teeth too?
As Dean’s overreactions went, this was a masterclass.
The Winchesters were going to have to use every ounce of their resourcefulness to get themselves out of this fix. Sam had no idea how they’d manage that.
There was only one thing he knew for sure.
That cop would never call the Impala 'freaking trash’ again.