THREE'S A CROWD
WOW: Crush. Additional challenge - write a dialogue-only drabble.
Poor Sam. It's bad enough being stuck in the Impala with a hungry Dean, but even worse when you've got a third party in the car voicing their opinions.
Disclaimer: Own nothing except an addled mind
"Heck Dean, was that your stomach?"
"Yeah, I'm famished; my belly thinks my throat's been cut."
"How? We just had breakfast!"
"Dude, that was hours ago."
"Well, whatever, it's hardly a hunger strike."
"bite me bitch."
"You might bite me first."
"Jeez, it sounds like a wet mattress falling down stairs."
gloooooooog-oooog ... bloop-oop ...
*groan* "I'm dyin' for a bacon cheeseburger and ice-cream crush."
"Well, there's a town about an hour away, but it's way off our route; easier to wait until we reach the motel later."
"Later? I'm fading away, Sam."
Roowrgle-rowww ... squeak ...
*sigh* "guess I'm outnumbered then."