Off the Hinges
Disclaimer: I don't own "Supernatural", sadly, but the boys are such a treat to play with...
A/N: My gratitude goes out to my awesome beta twinchaosblade who makes sense of my stuff, even if I don't.
A/N 2: Response to the Drabble Challenge by Enkidu07, Mad Server, Onyx Moonbeam, Orange Autumn, IheartSam7, deangirl1, Nana56, PA Davis, supernaturalsammy67, NC Girl, MuffyMorrigan, Supernoodle, SherryDarling, mahtalie, twinchaosblade, Vanessa Sgroi. Sorry, if I missed anyone of the gang.
Thanks for inviting me in, I couldn't resist. blush
Promt: It comes on slow
"Damn it, John! You're standing right in the way," Bobby growls from the door.
"I'm standing in the–?! You want to come up here and trade places?" I swear, if this wasn't for Bobby... or the boys... Despite my fantasies of violence and torture, I force myself to take a deep, calming breath.
"More to the left, Dad," Sammy yells.
Cautiously I move over a bit on the roof tiles. "What about now?"
"It comes on slow." This time it's Dean.
I angle it some more. "Better?"
"That's it, John. Fasten the antenna's bolts and come down."