A/N: I started to write about a quiet, introspective moment between the brothers as they tended to each others' wounds after a particularly grueling hunt.

And then I thought…nah.

To heck with poignant; I can do that some other time.

Word count: 100 on the nose, between those little section lines, where it really matters.

Summary: E/O CHALLENGE. Drabble word – stumble. Because we all know, when the going gets tough, the tough get naked. Sam. Dean. Naked. Do I really need to say any more than that?


Sam runs.

Cold night air chills his bare skin, iklari demon right behind them.

Worst. Damn. Plan.

EVER.

Dean's right behind him, naked as the day he was born.

Gonna kick his ass when this is over…

They hit the pier at a dead run; a loose board, a stumble step.

Dean and Sam fall into the water.

The demon chuckles.

It lands on the wooden planks.

And bursts into black flame and ash.

"Told ya that demon trap under the pier would work!" Dean crows, wild and joyous. "Oh ye of little faith!"

Sam splashes water in Dean's face.


A/N: Why were the boys naked? Why not?