Challenge Word: Skunk
Word Count: 100
Waking up in his tent the next morning, Dean gasped at the sight that met his eyes. "Sonuvabitch," he muttered under his breath at the small black critter with the white stripes down its' back stalking dangerously close to him, the tail raised high.
"Hey Dean, you ever gonna get up man? I'm starved" Sam called out as he smacked on the closed tent flap to awaken his brother.
"NOOOOOO," screamed Dean as the startled skunk chose that very moment to spray him.
"Sammy, I'm gonna fudging kill you," Dean swore, exiting the tent in an odiferous cloud of fragrance.