chipperWritten for last week's drabble challenge over on Fanfiction.net. The challenge word was 'glow'
THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE
Rating: K+
Genre: Humour
Characters: Sam, Dean
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: I don't own them
Never let it be said that Sam doesn't try to make the best out of a bad situation.
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Dean grinned wickedly as he clutched a tiny, wizened creature between his fingertips; "Look Sam, It's a freaking pixie. I found it running loose in the bunker's basement. Damn! Aren't they supposed to be cute?" He wrinkled his nose in disgust; "this little raisin looks like he's been painted with an ugly brush".
The squirming little creature chattered in furious indignation at Dean's remark and retaliated by firing a puff of sparkling pink dust into his tormentor's face.
Sam watched, fascinated as Dean, enveloped in a faintly glowing pink haze, began to float lightly upwards, arms and legs windmilling wildly in mid-air, until finally his back made contact with the bunker's high ceiling, leaving him dangling helplessly like an abandoned hunter-shaped, foul-mouthed, helium balloon.
"Sam. Help meeeeeeee … Don't just freaking stand there … DO SOMETHING. NOW!"
"Okay … yes," Sam stammered in reply; "I'll see what info I can rustle up from those books of faerie lore. Oh, and there might be something …"
"JUST GET ON WITH IT!" Dean yelped.
"Right, I'm going," Sam replied; "Oh, by the way, while you're up there … just so you don't get bored … can you fix that lightbulb I was telling you about last week?"
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