BOW-LEGS AND BELLS
WOW: slip. One of the brothers has to take part in an ancient English tradition for their latest job …
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own him.
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"Sam, when I became a hunter, I never signed up for this …"
Ding-a-ling-a-ling
"Oh, I don't know Dean, it suits you."
Ding-a-ling-a-ling
"D'y know what'd suit you? A broken nose, that's what."
Ding-a-ling-a-ling
"C'mon Dean, I won rock-paper-scissors fair and square."
Ding-a-ling-a-ling
"Cheated, you mean."
Ding-a-ling-a-ling
"Whatever. So, you know what you're doing? Apart from stomping around making a racket I mean."
Ding-a-ling-a-ling
"Yes. I'm standing here, dressed like a complete pussy."
Ding-a-ling-a-ling
"Well, okay. Just make sure you slip the incantation into the song, and the renaissance faire curse will be over."
Ding-a-ling-a-ling
"And besides, morris dancing is a very noble art."
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