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spnland literally just a couple of hours before the deadline and I won third place for creativeness! That's actually a real surprise because I didn't think it was that good. LOL!
Well, I may as well share
“Ow!”
Seriously, there was no way Dean was going to live this down once the job was over.
“Hey, Sammy! How’s that banishing spell coming along?”
“It’ll be coming along a hell of a lot faster if you didn’t keep interrupting me every five seconds,” Sam shot back.
“Yeah, well you’re not the one getting your ass kicked by a – OW! Quit it!”
His life sucked. It was official. Right now he was cold, sore and just wanted to go back to the motel and have a beer.
The creature attacked again and Dean gritted his teeth.
“You know what, screw the damn spell.”
He brought his foot down hard and grimaced at the squelching crunch sound that resulted. Still, at least it was over now.
“Dude, did you just squish the leprechaun?” Sam asked when he realised his incantation would no longer be required.
“He kept kicking my ankle!” Dean huffed.
Sam shook his head. “You are totally going to need new shoes.”
“It’s a small price to pay.” Dean grinned as he wiped his boot on the damp grass. “So much for the luck of the Irish, huh?”
spnland literally just a couple of hours before the deadline and I won third place for creativeness! That's actually a real surprise because I didn't think it was that good. LOL!Well, I may as well share
“Ow!”
Seriously, there was no way Dean was going to live this down once the job was over.
“Hey, Sammy! How’s that banishing spell coming along?”
“It’ll be coming along a hell of a lot faster if you didn’t keep interrupting me every five seconds,” Sam shot back.
“Yeah, well you’re not the one getting your ass kicked by a – OW! Quit it!”
His life sucked. It was official. Right now he was cold, sore and just wanted to go back to the motel and have a beer.
The creature attacked again and Dean gritted his teeth.
“You know what, screw the damn spell.”
He brought his foot down hard and grimaced at the squelching crunch sound that resulted. Still, at least it was over now.
“Dude, did you just squish the leprechaun?” Sam asked when he realised his incantation would no longer be required.
“He kept kicking my ankle!” Dean huffed.
Sam shook his head. “You are totally going to need new shoes.”
“It’s a small price to pay.” Dean grinned as he wiped his boot on the damp grass. “So much for the luck of the Irish, huh?”