PRETTY WOMAN
WOW: Line. A hunt for the spirit of an old drag-queen requires one of the brothers to 'take one for the team'. He's really not happy about it.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and I've come to the conclusion that wishing does no flippin' good at all.
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Sam had to admit.
The sight of Dean sporting an ass-skimming mini-skirt, false eyelashes and strawberry-blonde wig traced the line between gut-bustingly hilarious and frankly disturbing.
"Don' see why I've gotta be bait," Dean moaned.
"'Cause you're the pretty one;" Sam spluttered, "and the short one."
Tottering past him on four-inch stilettoes, Dean gave 'the finger' and dropped heavily into a chair.
"Uh, knees together dude," Sam grimaced at the gaping vista that confronted him.
"Kiss my ass," Dean grunted.
"No thanks, Priscilla, I'll leave that to the spirit."
Sam ducked as a 'cherry kiss' lipgloss bounced off his head.
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