MANY, MANY HAPPY RETURNS
WOW: fragile.
There was a momentous double event for Supernatural fans this week, when the dreaded Friday the thirteenth and a full moon both fell on the same day. According to my Oracle, otherwise known as Mr. D, this is not going to happen again until 2049. So, in honour of this great occasion, I have written a double drabble.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and I will never stop whining about this!
At his age, Death really should know better ...
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Chapter 1
It's hard having a birthday when you're Death; they tend to lose their appeal when you're a billion years old.
For a start, have you ever seen a cake big enough for all those candles?
Then there are the cards that that hark back to the halcyon days of the Pre-Cambrian era. Really? There are only so many jokes one can make about a fragile lump of rock inhabited only by primordial soup.
You know the ones; 'Hey, I'm not saying you're old, but when you were young, the big bang was still waiting for its growth spurt …'
Oh, spare me.
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tbc