Genre: Humour, gen
Pairing: Sam, Dean
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. I just play in the sand box
Rating: none really
Laugh-a-Lot
„I'm telling you, we should salt'nburn it."
„Dean. It's a doll."
„Yeah, a possessed one!"
„Dude!" Sam rolled his eyes with an exasperated huff. „It's just a doll. With batteries!"
„We should saltn'burn it anyway. There's nothing wrong with salting and burning." He frowned, then smirked. „You're doing the same thing to your steaks, remember? With mine too, now that we're at it."
Sam wisely chose to ignore his brother's comment. „We should just give the doll back to that kid you fucking stole it from and tell her to complain about it at Toys'R'us. I'm serious."
The doll in front of them was starting to giggle madly in a strangely tinny voice and Dean wondered, not for the first time, how kids were not ending up in long-term therapeutical care after having to listen to it.
„Honestly, Sam. Listen to this! That's not normal." The doll started swinging on its rocking chair and Sam grunted, throwing the doll an irritated look. The swinging and laughing stopped abruptly and the doll sat quiet again, seemingly innocent.
Sam's brow furrowed and he made an appalled face. "You're right. Let's salt'nburn it!"