|It Wasn't The Nightingale
Author: MeAzrael PM
E/O Drabble challenge, word: balcony. Dean is in a poetic mood. Unfortunately, his audience is not. No spoilers, just fun.Rated: Fiction T - English - Dean W. & Sam W. - Words: 171 - Reviews: 11 - Favs: 1 - Published: 08-05-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8396700
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It Wasn't The Nightingale
E/O Drabble challenge, word: balcony.
Summary: Dean is in a poetic mood. Unfortunately, his audience is not. No spoilers, just fun.
A/N: Honestly, this word nearly crushed my lazy brain. First there was only darkness, then there was a hazy image of Abe Lincoln, but it scurried away. And in the end? Only silence. And… that. I apologize ;-)
"Sam, look at that perfectly built balcony."
Dean chuckled, missing his brother's ribs by inches and nearly hitting the bar with his grin.
"Seriously, I could spend all night looking up at it – like, uh, that guy, Romero."
"Or I'd cover it with roses and bury my face in the scent."
A low growl jolted him out of his whisky-laden reveries, followed by a fist that sent him flying into a swirling meteor shower.
"Another glance at my girlfriend's tits and you're mash, you bloody lecher."
His brother dropped right next to him, choking with laughter.