Title: Not Speaking
Pairing: None, Gen
Disclaimer: not my characters. Not my paycheck.
Summary: Dean and Sam are too old for the silent treatment, but that’s exactly what they’ve found themselves doing.
Notes: Snow drabble written on my snow day—March 17, 2014( Not Speaking )
End note: If I ever get suspected for grave robbing, the police will find "how to dig up a body through frozen ground" in my search history. Thanks so much, plot bunny. You're all cute and cuddly and innocent-looking, and now look what you made me do!
End end note: I wrote this while finally
watching Salmon Fishing in the Yemen. Of which I totally adored every second (there was even some almost-singing from Ewan as he recited some song lyrics from a song now stuck in my head that, mercifully, did not make it into the fic LOL).