It started with this comment in the OCD Sammy thread at SNtv(dot)net...I think it would be cool if Sam took someone out with a label-maker. And then labeled them with it. - Sammycat...which turned into this.
Label Maker Sam
PWUNK!
Turning quickly to his left Dean caught the sight of his kid brother reaching down to pick up a chunk of plastic - 'What the hell?' - off the smelly, furry critter that was lying dead at his feet. "You killed it with a…a Dymo label maker? How…why…Sammy what are you doing?"
"Keeping track of the creatures we're killing," Sam replied as he turned and clicked the wheel on the label maker. Muttering, "us…cus…rus," he continued to click and spin as the green label spitting out of front of the machine got longer and longer.
Dean watched Sam stick the label to the moldering pile of dead thing then pickup a container of salt. "When did you start labeling the monsters of the week?"
"About six hundred thirty-six point two creatures ago." He walked around the hairy mass pouring salt while Dean followed at a slower pace pouring the gasoline.
"Point two?"
"Chupacabra pups."
"Of course…pups." Dean leaned over to read Sam's label before lighting the moldering pile on fire -080808 -- MOTW #637.2 -- Wood-weevil -- Weevillus Foresticus Eatuuptus- Backing up from the stench of burning fur and flesh Dean was surprised by a smirking Sam slapping a label onto his leather jacket. "Hey! What the…" -Dontmessicus Deanicus- "Sam!" growled Dean pulling the label off his jacket, he glanced up in time to see his brother disappear into the enveloping darkness. "You'd better not mess with my car!" he listened for a moment, "Sam!"
A laughing voice floated out of the night, "to late!"
FIN
