Tittle: Those Winchesters
Challenge: Relax
Disclaimer: Kripike is just jealous that the fangirls write better than him...but he did kinda come up with the idea first.
A/N: My friend tried to detox me off of fanfiction. NEVER. As soon as she left, well... here i am....
Someone was knocking on Death's door. "What?" he snapped.
The flunky stepped in. "Sir…there's a special case…"
"Great," Death stood up. "What is it?"
The flunky lowered his eyes. "It's a Winchester."
"I hate those fucking Winchesters! What loop hole do they want to break now?"
"Well, our salesgirl at the crossroads wants to know if there's a limit on how often you can sell you soul…"
Death kicked over a lamp. "No. No one's done that before! Damnit!"
The flunky cowered. He turned away as a message came through on his ear piece. "No, wait, you can relax. He shot the salesgirl in the face."
Death sighed grumpily.
