Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
Author's note: O/E challenge – word of the week: Wicked. 100 words exactly. No spoiler alerts or warnings necessary. The idea of the drabble popped into my head because it's a term commonly used in British slang (not certain about American) - where "gangstas" and "rudeboys" and "rudegirls" use it frequently, and others do it frequently as mockery. Just watch Ali G - you'll get what I mean. (And if I'm honest, I even use it semi-seriously sometimes. _ ) Anyway, my first entry into the Supernatural fandom. Let me know what you guys think and I hope you enjoy it.
"Hey look outside, Sam. Isn't that wicked?" Dean grinned.
"Shut up Dean," Sam muttered.
"But it's so wicked."
"Stop saying that word!"
"Chill Sam, you just don't get it 'cause you're not wicked," Dean replied, his grin getting bigger the more irritated that Sam became.
"Just shut up Dean."
"Don't hate 'cause I'm 'gangsta'."
"You're being incredibly offensive, Dean."
"I'm just using words they use in the songs," He paused, and then added thoughtfully, "Wicked."
"That doesn't mean it's not offensive," Sam retorted grumpily.
Sam settled into a seething silence but he never played Hip-Hop in the Impala again.