DESERTED
WOW: juice. With friends like Crowley, who needs enemies? 200 words.
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"So, Crowley, you asshat; what d'you do this time to upset your mother?"
"No idea Squirrel. She's at that age ... you know?"
"Whatever, Crowley. Because you pissed her off, she's zapped us ALL into the middle of the Sahara desert."
"Oh, stow your antlers, Moose; she'll zap us back soon enough."
"Can I punch him in the throat Sam?"
"Not until Rowena's sent us home Dean, we don't wanna antagonise her any more!"
"Cas, can you use your angel juice to…?"
"No, Rowena's magic prevents it. However, I can sense a large hotel, just over the horizon, about five miles ahead.!
"Well done, Cas … it's not a mirage is it?"
"No, it is real. I can hear the hum of the guests' conversations."
Three hours and five miles later…
"We are here at last."
"Thank Chuck … my throat feels like freakin' roadkill!"
"Good afternoon sirs. Welcome to the Oasis Palms hotel. I'm afraid we have a very strict dress code in this establishment. Gentlemen are not permitted inside without a jacket and tie."
"What?"
"But…"
"I do not understand…"
"Bad luck boys. Don't worry, Feathers and me will pop out later with a couple of G&T's and a few canapes for you!"