GIVING THE BIRD
WOW: stiff. The brothers need something extraordinary for a spell; Kevin helps. Or not ...
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these boys, sad to say!
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Kevin cowered between the looming shapes of the Winchesters.
"So," snorted Dean, "you've been holed up here in the library for five days."
"Buried in Etruscan scripts and summoning charms," Sam added, looking down on Kevin's sheepish face, "so you could summon a Phoenix."
Kevin nodded miserably.
"And what've we got?" Dean asked sternly.
Kevin stiffened, letting out a sigh.
"Well, these Etruscan scripts are hard to translate and …"
"What have we got?" Dean repeated.
"A penguin?" muttered Kevin.
"Yeah, a penguin," Dean snapped; "why the hell would I want a friggin' penguin?"
Kevin shrugged; "well, you are Batman."
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