THINGS LIKE THIS

WOW: nip. Things like this didn't happen to Dean Winchester ...

Disclaimer: I don't own them; such a shame!

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Things like this didn't happen to Dean Winchester.

Nope, never, noooooo-sirree.

Why, then, was he staring miserably into the bathroom mirror at the biggest goddamn zit he'd ever seen perched on the end of his nose?

The darn thing had sprouted overnight, all huge and inflamed, glowing red-hot like a friggin' meteorite. Heck, NASA were probably tracking it's movements right now.

He turned as Sam tapped on the door.

"Hey Rudolph; that cute blonde Receptionist called saying she's on lunch now, if you're free."

Nipping his bottom lip in frustration, Dean sighed glumly.

Things like this didn't happen to Dean Winchester.

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