Author: Letting The Rain In
Disclaimer: As always, sadly, I only own the order that the words are written in.
Challenge Phrase: Belly.
Word Count: 100.
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Sam appears around the corner, running in fear and stopping in terror. His voice is breathless, high. Dean rolls his eyes.
"Take a look at natural selection at work."
Dean doesn't reply. Anyone who manages to club themselves with their own nunchuncks deserves what he gets, in his opinion. Dropping to his knees, Dean searches for his wallet. The movements cause the man's top to rise and Dean reads the tattoo on the man's belly.
"Requirem? Hey, Sammy, what's requirem mean?"
"Requiem, Dean. Means funeral song."
Dean shakes his head. "Nope. Says requirem. Dude owes his tattooist a whumping."