Title: Triple Denim Disaster.
Disclaimer: As always, sadly, I only own the order that the words are written in.
Challenge Phrase: Flinch(ing).
Word Count: 100, on the button!
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A/N: Okay, so I said I wasn't going to play again for a while, but it's the Christmas Holidays and I have some time off work, and this was such a good word that I couldn't resist. This is drabble Three of Four. Two angsty, one not so much, and one complete crack – What can I say? I was feeling inspired...
Oh, and I'm sorry if you happen go to rodeos, or are a gay German, or a Hasselhoff fan. No offence intended.
"OH MY GOD!" Dean yelped, flinching away from his brother. Mouth forming a perfect 'O' of shock.
Sam sighed – he'd been expecting this all the way home from the mall. "Dean, c'mon. We need to fit in. It's a rodeo. I got you a matching outfit too."
Dean stared at the triple denim disaster that his brother was wearing, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"You look like a gay German from the eighties. I'd sooner go back to hell than wear snow-washed jeans, Sam."
Sam frowned. He didn't look that bad.
Dean snorted. "You look like David Hasselhoff!"