A/N: Don't even ask…
Disclaimer: I don't own Dean Winchester. At all. Not even a little. Not even part of him. Though, I know which part I'd own if I did own part of him. *waggles eyebrows*
Warnings: Sex, Drugs, rock 'n roll… *starts singing* Speed, weed, birth control. Life's a bitch until we die, fuck it all let's go get high! *blinks* Oh, and uh, language too.
Dear Dean Winchester,
I don't really know how to tell you this, but purple hedgehogs want to destroy you. I think I realized it when I finally changed my underwear at the Elton John concert and I saw you put whipped cream on my corned beef hash. I'm sure you're high enough to understand that I only get turned on by garbage men. I'm returning your Hannah Montana underwear to you, but I'll keep my virginity as a memory. You should also know that I will not tell the authorities that you stole the whale from the backyard and you've ruined my attempts at another world war.
Greetings from your frog Leonard,
Ashley LeBeau
Salem Oregon