"You're starting to freak me out, dude," Sam said.

"Quiet," Dean said absently. "You'll make me lose count again." He put another hash mark on the notepad and started on the next pile of hundred dollar bills.

"Damn it, Dean, you haven't done anything but count that friggin' money since we found it! You've hardly eaten, barely slept, and you didn't even notice when the desk clerk pinched your ass!"

"So I've developed pecuniary sensibilities." Dean shrugged. "What's the problem?"

"Okay, that's it!" Sam jerked out his cell. "I'm callin' Bobby! I know a friggin' curse when I see one!"

OOOOOOOOOO

I like to do drabble challenges where someone throws a word at me. Any word, any word. It's fun! So sue me! Anyway, tonight I PM'd Disasteriffic Kaz asking for a word. And what does she give me? PECUNIARY!

Hence, the title. Entirely appropriate, I think.

Pecuniary. (snort) Thought ya had me, didn't ya?