One gay morning, Dean strolled out of bed. His bed linens stuck to his body, and in a fit of fear he realizes
'Oh man, not again?' He sighs in a sort of content way, because he was always 'Prepared'. There was a reason he left that baseball match twelve years ago in order to finally uncover the myster behind victorias secret
Don had a secret too. he's handsjomely pretty to take on a challenge.
He peeled off his linen and stepped inside the shower. "man of man am I glad to see you baby!" Sam said he was getting on the verge of ridiculousness. Dean started to call all of his possessions baby, his lawn, his underarm garments.
'Yooohooo1!' Sam's voice, yelling out from the neighbours bedroom where he slept with Jess. dam dean must have been loud
Sam's pronunciation was as disgusting as grating cheese onto a non-european dish. 'This is the verge of ridiculous! Deanie?'
Dean burns away his linens: 'sad to see you go, baby'
Cas was watching, not in the shower but outside. 'Mmm. Growly'
Out of nowhere, Crowly BEAMED down besides him with the use of ufos. 'HEY MAN" His growly British voice shook and resonated through Cas's internal meat.
O shit.. 'not you!' Cas spoke waverly. A transient being of Castiel's intellect could understand what Crowley's appearance symbolised.
He stood up formally, girating hips, and reverting to Sargeant!Cas.
'Sir! The appearance of Growly at this point of the narrative highlights the growth and development of the fluctuating idenitity…'
Crow smack his loud and hard. On the back of one cheek.
'I haul my british ass. I suppose You had an exquisite REASONING?'
Cas again felt the shivers. Growly also shouted manlike …closet-homo…
Out of the darkness, Sam hopped toward them, skipping and perched on his shoulder, the little pea she was, but she was flung off, haphazardly.
It wasn't good to take Lord's name in vain but Oh God of all thing. Sammys hair!
It shone bright precious like a diamond, all of his pride and , he's like sun rays, and Sam touches them, spreading his smiles. Neither of them can tare their gaze away
'So soft… voluptuous…'
'Cas, no , never. pls.' Leaping out, Sam's hand made a rude gesture; he outlined the shape of a stop sign, and then with his fingy circled the word PENNY inside it
sighing, 'ok sam. Donut bring up penny… she was!' Cans rocked back and forth
Sam continued in this fashion: 'cas, I realy think u start to get stupid. You know, penny was 17 and three quarters lesbian'
A brief pause in conversation meant that none of them made eye contact either. It was too awkward and Deanie had insisted that they momerize the made the pupy face
'im bopping to the top is that o k wit u cas' Sam gesticulated noisily
Catsiels neck leaned to a side, eyes getting narrow. Become Growly, thought the extremely repressed and sexually needing cas inside his head.
'No, Sam. You are a bottom.'
Crowley was staring to get annoyed. In all of his years, he'd never seen such juvenile behaviour 'Sam and Cas. Cas and Sam. Either watch your brother showering naked, or I'll possess you MYSLEF.'
A heinous scream floats from the shower. Daen leapt, a colourful display, and came into contact with the scorched remains
He looks up, a sight sore watering eye
'pls. Watch me in the shower. Do not care. But don't dare touch my baby…'
in his hand lay the sad excuse of his boxers
growly, sam, and angel gave him the bitching face he deserve