E/O Challenge: stave
Word Count: 200 (double drabble)
Summary: Dean gets – and gives – a lesson to Sammy.
A/N: Bad on me. I didn't use the word this week. Very bad. Like Sam Winchester spanking my behind, bad. For that, I will gladly not use the word.
Sam ducked, the soft whoosh of the ghost's sword slicing the air where his head was a moment ago.
"Dean, I need a weapon here!" Sam's voice was urgent. "Toss me that stave!"
Dean looked at Sam, eyebrow raised.
Sam bent sideways, avoiding a stab, and implored his brother.
"Dude, the stave! Right there!" Sam would have pointed, but had to perform a knee-cracking pivot.
Dean was enjoying himself. If Sam was choosing to show off his finesse with the English language, Dean would make him pay. Calmly, slowly, he answered.
"Jeez, Sammy, I'm afraid I didn't pass 'Vocabulary 550'. One more time, please. A what?"
Sam threw himself down, sliding on the warehouse's smooth concrete floor towards the debris at Dean's feet. Panting, he grabbed a slim wooden rod and held in up to his brother. Through clenched teeth, he answered, "This. This is a stave. A stick. A pole. A stave."
"Shit, Sammy, why didn't you just say so?"
Sam opened his mouth to snap a frustrated reply, but the roar of salt-loaded rounds cut him off.
"I like the word, 'shotgun' better," Dean said with a grin.