Disciplined


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 and Onyx Moonbeam

All fellow players can be looked up on Enkidu07's profile page (the many, many names finally exceeded the drabble word count, hehe).

Prompt: Dry

Prompt 2: Work in a delirious, delusional, dopey or drowsy Dean

oOo

"Dean, you're so not helping here!"

"Wwwhy'ssssaad?" Dean looked stupidly at his brother, pupils blown, eyes glazed-over.

"For one, you could take some of your own weight here, man," Sam admonished, getting a better hold on the arm slung over his shoulder. "You don't want me to lift you up and carry you…"

The imminent threat provoked a horrified shriek from the older Winchester. Sam actually found it quite endearing, despite their situation.

"Humph."

"Hey, wasn't me who annoyed the spirit of friggin' back forest-nowhere!"

"Ffffkk dry–" Dean groused.

"Maybe you shouldn't have called the dryad 'bio hazard' then."

The End


A/N 3
: Happy Birthday, Phoebe (even if a little early). Here's to you and yet another decade of fun, love, friendship and general awsomeness!