Title: Isn't That Just Winchester Luck
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own the boys, I just like to play with them.
Challenge Word: Face
Word Count: 100
Other Participants: Way too numerous to mention.
Author's Note: Vanessa, this one is in memory of your beloved dog Levi!
"How in the hell do I get myself into these messes?" Sammy wondered as he was held in the iron grip of the crazy lunatic behind him. All he had wanted was a Hershey Bar with Almonds and a Coke to drink. How could he have known he was into what had quickly turned into an attempted robbery. Damn his Winchester luck.
He saw the door open and glanced over to see Dean holding a pistol in his hand with a look of pure anger on his face. "Let my brother go now or I'll blow your damned head off."