Disclaimer: Still own nothing. Kripke's toys. No money made here and no copyright infringement intended.

E/O CHALLENGE

A/N: Too many players to list them all without forgetting someone at this point. It is my honour to be in such noteworthy company. Thanks to EnkiduO7 and Onyx Moonbeam for letting me play.

Word: Graze (ed)

Word count: 100.

Fingers surreptitiously grazed the rapidly cooling forehead. Sam breathed a little easier.

"Dude. Personal space," Dean croaked, eyes fluttering open.

Dean blinked hazily at his surroundings. Humpfed.

"Motel, man."

"How long?"

"Two days."

Dean didn't remember much past a hazy vision of the Impala and finally thinking safe.

"Lucky shot."

"What?"

"I remember you getting that last fugly. Lucky shot."

"It wasn't luck – it was skill."

"Luck."
"Next time, you try holding up my dead weight and shooting the MOTW."

"Cranky."

"Jerk."
"Bitch."

Dean started to fall back to sleep but stopped himself.

"Dude. Why was I dreaming about rabbits?"

fin

A/N: It was recently pointed out that a drabble told a story in 100 words; a drabble doesn't tell 100 words of a story. It figures that if someone could screw up something that simple, it would be me. I debated long and hard about posting this, but decided I owed it to everyone who has stuck with this to wrap it up.