Title: Prince of the Forest
Disclaimer: Like if I owned Sam and Dean I'd be writing fic. Muggle, please.
Language Warning: A little strong, but nothing to lose sleep over.
Word Count: 100 words. Yay me.
Players: Go to Enkidu07's page, and you'll find all the usual suspects. Resistance is futile – you will be drabbleized. We're like the Borg, only cuter.
Spoiler Alert: None. Just some Birthday Happiness for Mad Server.
There was silence as they made their way back to the Impala. Sam was tripping every few feet, and Dean was just so utterly livid words were failing him.
"Stupid –ow- long legs…" Sam muttered. He glared over at Dean; or tried to anyway. "You just HAD to make that 'Bambi' remark, didn't you?" he hissed at his brother.
The skunk stopped walking, and sneered up at the faun. "Stop bitching, at least YOU get to be Bambi!" Dean snapped. "Why do I have to be Flower?"
Sam sighed, and his little tail drooped. "I really hate witches."
Author's Notes: *Glomps Mad Sever and madly smishes* Happy Birthday from Dean and Sam… and me!