Disclaimer: This is a transformative work based on the original creation of E. Kripke. No monetary gain is being made here – seriously… you can even turn my pockets out – better yet, send Dean…

E/O CHALLENGE

A/N: I still owe all those replies – but how could I NOT do this word??? I am humbled to be amongst the other challengers… And I humbly thank all reviewers past and present. I suck. *hangs head*

Word: Drag

Word count: 100 on the nose, baby!

“Oh HELL no.” Dean balked at leaving the Impala.

“Too late now. Show must go on and all that,” Sam couldn’t help smirking. “You agreed. It’s the only way.”

“Yeah, well… you didn’t try very hard to find another solution.” Dean pouted.

“You helped research. People are dying here.”

“Aw, Sammy…” Definite whining.

“You’re the jerk who’s always saying you’re prettier than me,” Sam was grinning from ear to ear. “And if the shoe fits…”

“Dammit. You’re the bitch! It’s not my fault we couldn’t find stilettos in your size…”

“It’s not my fault all the deaths were drag queens!”