Bibles
I do not own anything you recognize…
Bibles
"Sam, where'd you hide it," Dean cursed as he went searching through the motel room, lighter in hand.
"What," Sam asked from his place perched on his bed.
"The God damned Bible. You know I want to burn the sucker."
"Dean, lightening is going to strike you one day. And I won't blame God for doing it."
Dean stood straight and looked at his brother. "If you don't give me the piece of crap book, I'm going to strike you."
Sam gulped. Well, that could be uncomfortable. "Under the bed," he said, pointing to Dean's bed.
Dean found it almost immediately, followed by running outside the motel room and into the parking lot. He promptly found a place where he couldn't be seen and lit the sucker up.
Dean smirked.
Take that God.