Title: The Boot
Author: Mad Server
Rating: T
Characters: Dean, Sam
Word Count: 100, on the button
A/N: Should I be ashamed of being this one-track? ...Yeah? Too bad. x) This was written for 100ghosts, on LJ. The prompt was 'acid test.'
Disclaimer: I don't own these guys, I swear.

'Ah, hell no,' says Dean. 'Kiss my ass.'

'Final offer.'

Dean's head is so full of snot, he thinks he might have misheard.

'Did you just give me an ultimatum? Because the last time I checked, I was the alpha dog around here. And I am not waiting in the car, so forget it. You're a shitty shot, you're gonna need me.'

Sam starts undoing one of his boots.

'You hear me?'

He weighs the boot, philosophical. Chucks it at Dean, who doesn't even block.

'Jesus,' says Dean, struggling back up. 'Fuck, you asshole.'

'And that's why you're not coming.'

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