Has anyone else spent Easter eating chocolate to the point of exploding?
Just me then ...
Anyway, taking that into account along with a deliciously sweet quote from our boy Dean's alter ego, the adorable Jensen, I felt inspired to inflict some candy-related damage ...
Disclaimer: I don't own Dean or his sore tummy. More's the pity :(
Word count: approx 100
"I told you so."
Sam wouldn't say it; he had his pride.
But, c'mon - fourteen packets in two days?
Dean lay curled up, a pallid, trembling creature groaning pitifully and clutching his fractious, distended belly.
Sam had tried warning Dean as he shovelled the candy down, he really had; but got only smartass abuse in return.
So fine; let Dean enjoy the fruits of his labour.
Actually, he kinda looked like he was in labour.
A violent gurgle erupted and Dean grimaced, whimpering as his grip tightened around his middle. When his belly finally fell silent, he groaned into his sweat-soaked pillow.