Disclaimer: This is a transformative work of fiction based on the original by E. Kripke. Just for fun, not for profit. All hail our king!
Word Count: 100 on the nose, baby!
A/N: I may be accused of playing fast and loose with this week's word... Dean made me do it...
Sam's hand cupped the back of Dean's head to tilt him up enough to drink.
Dean grimaced and turned his head away after the first sip.
"Whazzat," he slurred.
"Nu-unh." A wary eye cracked open.
"Blood-loss? Dehydration? You need to drink."
"Ummm... gr-apple. It's all they had. Please, Dean?" Sam pulled out the puppy-eyes.
Grimacing, Dean took a few sips before slipping back to sleep.
Sam was thrilled to see Dean sitting against the headboard, glass full of purple liquid, when he returned from his supply run.
"Knew you'd develop a taste for it."
"Yep. Grappskey!" Dean smirked.
Grape+Apple+Whiskey... Anybody else thirsty? It's close to a purple-nurple, right?