Characters: Sam and Dean
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: If only I did own them!
Dean's been having a memorable night. Sam just wants to try and forget his.
A little drabble written for the weekend drabble challenge over on Fanfiction.net. The challenge word was 'damp'.
Sam slammed his cellphone down on that table. He couldn't believe what a complete ass Dean was.
Now he had to go out driving in the pouring rain in the middle of the goddamn night, all because his moron brother had lost everything at poker.
It wasn't like they had money to burn.
Sam had barely rolled to a halt in the bar's parking lot before Dean scampered up to the Impala and hammered frantically on the passenger window to be let in.
Dean, who was damp, shivering and utterly, horribly, revoltingly naked.
"Dean?" Sam gasped; "what the hell?"
Practically throwing himself into the Impala, Dean landed bare-buttocked on the bench seat beside Sam with a wet splat.
"Sorry," he mumbled, offering Sam a shitfaced grin through the rainwater dripping off his nose. "I got drinking with a group of scandinavian backpackers," he shrugged apologetically; "what can I say? They're pretty uninhibited, those Europeans."
He sneezed, violently spraying droplets of rainwater and spit into Sam's shocked face.
"And, well, strip poker's kind of fun Sammy."
Sam's nose wrinkled in disgust as he handed Dean his jacket to spare his blushes.
"Not from where I'm sitting," he snorted.