GAME FOR A LAUGH
WOW: play. Sam's got an idea to distract Dean while he convalesces from the 'flu. It turns out to be far more entertaining than he could have ever imagined
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Miss a turn and do not pass go.
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Board Gabes?
Watery, flu-glazed eyes stared at Sam as if he was speaking fluent dumbass.
"You wadda play board gabes?" Dean snuffled blearily.
"Why not?" Sam replied with a shrug; "it'll pass the time while you rest up after your flu."
Sighing deeply, Dean studied the games Sam had borrowed from the motel's reception.
"Bodopoly … Coddect Four … Backgabbod …"
Hesitating as he heard a snigger, Dean saw Sam's face twitching with stifled laughter.
"... Clue," Dean picked up the final box, shooting Sam a smug glare; "CLUE! Yeah, bitch; I wadda play Clue."
"Okay," Sam spluttered; "who d'y wanna be?"
"Professor Plub."
"BWAAAAH-AHH-HAAAAAAA!"
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