A little teeny-weeny drabble inspired by a certain video doing the rounds this week ... with a Dizzo-esque twist.
ZEN AND THE ART OF TERRIFYING YOUR BROTHER
Rating: T for a couple of naughty words
Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Don't own
Sam would hunt the freaky spirit yogi down for cursing Dean.
It wasn't so much that he minded the hours of silent meditation, although the trip to the local ER after Dean's knees had seized into the lotus position had been mighty inconvenient; he didn't even really mind the plink-plonk of rainsticks or windchimes or the stink of incense that permeated the bunker, inflaming his delicate sinuses to the point of bursting.
What really pissed Sam off was the yoga.
Tantric, posey, stretchy, thrusty, NAKED yoga.
Yes, Sam would hunt the bastard to the ends of the earth.