The drabble was inspired by the line "Tomorrow we crash the lecture, listen real hard and find the person whispering in Latin, or Ancient Greek, or Parseltongue," from mmarinov's fanfiction Lessons.

Yes, I have a disturbed mind :p

Title: 12AM, Sharp.
Author: Me
Fandom: Supernatural
Anything Else?:Drabble, 200 words, PG, Gen, no Wincest, no spoilers.

12AM, Sharp

„I can’t believe we’re doing this.“ Sam says, rolling his eyes.

“Dude, no time to argue, it’s midnight soon and we’ve got to be there in time. Sam, this is important. This once, we really, really need to be there 12am SHARP.” Dean answers, as they walk along the dark, almost deserted street. Sam yawns and scratches the back of his head while he’s trying to keep up with his brother. He’s rarely ever seen Dean in such a hurry.

“I’ll wait outside.” Sam proclaims when they’ve reached the building. Dean nods and makes for the building, and Sam waits. It’s chilly, and he wishes he’d put on a warmer jacket. Ten minutes later Dean returns.

“Got it?” Sam asks and frowns.

“Yeah, I got it.” Dean replies earnestly. For once in his life he’s not in the mood for joking. Definitely not.

“Well, show me.”

“Promise you’ll be careful.”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“Okay.” Dean reaches into the bag he’s carrying and pulls out a book. Hesitantly he hands it over to Sam.

Sam reads out the title:

“Harry Potter & the Half-Blood Prince.”

“Dude, I told you it was important.” Dean says, hugging the book.

-fin-


Yes, I'll be back in my cell :p