By: Karen B.

Summary: E/O 100-word challenge. Word: Shoe. Just a little Winchester humor. Rated: Light-hearted.

Disclaimer: Not the owner.

Thank you much for your time!

Sam raced through the forest, rounding a Sycamore. Sparkling white tennis shoes stepped into a puddle, water soaking through to his socks.

He broke out of the woods, splashed through wet grass, mud oozing in at the ankles.

Sweating. Stumbling. Stubbing his foot, slitting the toe of his left shoe on a jagged rock.

He raced across the parking lot, slipping on a slick spot.

"Aaagghh!" Sam landed on both knees.

Up on his feet, he burst through the motel door. Bloody-kneed, and breathless.

"Dude." Dean expectantly looked up from the television, warm and snug in bed. "Where's my pie?"