AN: I consider it a good week when my drabble is actually within the word limit. Huzzah! Posting early because I work tonight.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I wouldn't be a poor college student…
"Dude, it's not that funny." Dean grumbled, wiping his mouth once more and spitting on the pavement, which only seemed to encourage his brother's howling laughter.
"Dean, that was…he…in drag!.." was the closest to coherency Sam could get, trying to stifle his mirth when Dean glared at him.
"It looked like a chick. A tall chick."
"Uh-huh. And the no shaving thing?"
"A tall, European chick."
"With a 5'o clock shadow?!"
"A tall European chick with a hormone imbalance…I'm just diggin' the hole deeper, aren't I?"
"If this was a salt and burn, you'd have hit the coffin by now."