My Day One contribution was the following 100-word drabble:
“Rise and shine, Sammy!”
“Dean, what the hell …?”
Sam knuckled sleep from his eyes. Dean was almost never awake before he was; Dean considered sleep an art form and always needed coffee to become a fully conscious human. Seeing him awake, alert, fully dressed, and downright cheerful when the sun was barely over the horizon was ample cause for question and surprise. Seeing him smiling in the morning while carrying pails, a sponge, a chamois, soap, wax, and polishing rags boggled the mind.
“Dude: she’s forty-one today. It’s her birthday.” Dean grinned. “I bought the good wax. Let’s party!”