Starting Word Count: 1,896 New Word Count: 3,076 My work is: Still in progress! I need to haul ass. Snippet: (optional)
"Shut up, bitch."
"Make me, jerk."
So Dean does. He leans over and grabs a handful of snow, smashing it into Sam's hair. Sam makes a little gasping noise before he jerks away, leaving Dean to wobble on his own drunk legs.
"Asshole!" Sam hisses, but there's no real anger behind it, and then he's grabbing his own snowball, launching it at Dean's face. Dean only dodges it because he slips on some ice and goes crashing down onto his butt. Sam laughs so hard, he doubles over, grabbing onto a bike rack to keep his own balance.
"Your face!"
"Still better looking than yours!" Dean retorts, throwing snowball after snowball halfheartedly, because goddamnit, his ass hurts. They hurtle past Sam, some hitting him in the chest, until he collects himself. Finally Sam comes over and offers a hand up. Dean takes it, then uses his weight to pull Sam down, until he slips and belly flops into the snow with a groan. Dean grins and lays back into the snow.
"You're going to regret this in a minute," Sam's muffled voice filters through the snow.
"Promises, promises," Dean says, and smiling, closes his eyes, feeling the snow fall on his face.
Sam/Dean - Dean Winchester vs. The World
New Word Count: 3,076
My work is: Still in progress! I need to haul ass.
Snippet: (optional)
"Shut up, bitch."
"Make me, jerk."
So Dean does. He leans over and grabs a handful of snow, smashing it into Sam's hair. Sam makes a little gasping noise before he jerks away, leaving Dean to wobble on his own drunk legs.
"Asshole!" Sam hisses, but there's no real anger behind it, and then he's grabbing his own snowball, launching it at Dean's face. Dean only dodges it because he slips on some ice and goes crashing down onto his butt. Sam laughs so hard, he doubles over, grabbing onto a bike rack to keep his own balance.
"Your face!"
"Still better looking than yours!" Dean retorts, throwing snowball after snowball halfheartedly, because goddamnit, his ass hurts. They hurtle past Sam, some hitting him in the chest, until he collects himself. Finally Sam comes over and offers a hand up. Dean takes it, then uses his weight to pull Sam down, until he slips and belly flops into the snow with a groan. Dean grins and lays back into the snow.
"You're going to regret this in a minute," Sam's muffled voice filters through the snow.
"Promises, promises," Dean says, and smiling, closes his eyes, feeling the snow fall on his face.