Faulty Devil's Trap
Sam walked into Bobby's basement and found Dean there, downing a bottle of whiskey. Stepping closer he saw the work of a drunken artist.
"Dude, what the hell is that?"
"It's my devil's trap."
"It's square."
"No it isn't."
"Dean, I think the alcohol's made you blind."
"No it hasn't."
"You're gonna say that's the work of sanity?"
"I don't get drunk, Sammy."
"Sure Dean."
Sam walked away from his idiot of a brother, looking forward to seeing his reaction tomorrow morning. And a familiar song echoed across his head…
Blame it on the ah ah ah ah ah alcohol…
FIN