WOW Dust: Two big strapping hunters vs one pixie. You wouldn't think too much could go wrong, would you?
A story in two individual drabbles.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, so I'm just going to pretend, okay?
"Aw, freakin' crap, Sammy; " the plaintive cry drifted from behind the bathroom door.
Swallowing back a sense of foreboding, Sam responded to the voice; "you haven't tried to wash it off have you?"
"Well, I just thought …"
Sam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose; "Dean, I told you, it can only be removed by a spell; Bobby's on it."
"If you try an' wash pixie dust off, you'll just …"
Towel-wrapped and dripping, Dean stomped furiously out of the bathroom, scowling as Sam's eyes widened in horrified amusement.
"… spread it around," Sam finished weakly.
"Sammy, I'm all sparkly!"