Title: Dean & Sam, Sittin' In A Tree
Disclaimer: Kripke's characters, don't own anyone, yadda, yadda, yadda… but you know this already. You're a smart bunch.
Drabble Challenge Word: "Ankle"
Word Count: 200 words. *Shrugs* What can I say? It got away from me.
Language Warning: One very bad word… and guess who says it.
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Spoiler Alert: None.
Dean leaned backwards, felt the wood of the sturdy trunk against his shoulders. He looked at Sam and sighed.
"Well, at least it's a nice night to be out", he said.
"Uh-huh", Sam replied, looking up into the star-filled sky. He crossed his right ankle over his left, and his long legs began to swing back and forth as he made himself more comfortable on the branch.
"Bear still down there?" Dean asked.
Sam gazed down at the shape sniffing around at the bottom of the tree. "Yep."
"What's it look like he's doing?"
Sam squinted a little as a cloud scuttled past the full moon. He sighed once he got a better look. "Still looking for us, I think."
"I think if we just stay up here for a little while longer, he'll get bored and move on. And we should try and look on the bright side…" Sam began.
"And what, pray tell, is 'the bright side' of being treed by Yogi's pissed off cousin?"
"At least we know that's it wasn't a Wendigo those campers saw…"
Dean snorted. "No, just a really grouchy bear."
"Hey, know what?"
"You're right. It is a really nice night."