MYSTERY MEAT

Challenge of the week: Use a foreign word in your drabble.

All Sam wanted to was to eat somewhere nice for his birthday ...

Disclaimer: Checked the closets, nope, don't own them.

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Sam smiled behind his menu at Dean's perplexed frown.

"What is this pansyass, frou-frou place?" Dean snorted; "the menu's french, dude; I don't know what the freakin' hell I'm ordering."

"Be daring," Sam replied; "just pick something random."

Dean harrumphed grumpily. "Okay, I'll have these L'escargots then."

Sam blinked; "Dean, d'y know what they are?"

Dean shrugged; "somethin' chewy in a shell ... like clams I guess."

Sam bit his lip, shrugging non-committally.

Later ...

Sam really wanted to brush his teeth, but Dean had been hogging the bathroom puking for an hour now.

What did the jerk have to go and google L'escargot for?

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