Pure Evil
a/n The best part of Thanksgiving? Dean can tell you.
"What kind of evil bitch would do that?" Dean demanded, slamming open the door to their motel room.
"Dean…" Sam sighed, rolling his eyes and carefully shutting the door behind him.
"It's just so wrong!" the older continued to rant, pacing furiously around the room.
"Dean…"
"And how the hell could they know? No one would expect that! It's blasphemous and this friggin' monster belongs in Hell! I can't believe they could be so callous! What the hell, man?"
"Dean."
"I didn't know these freaks could be this twisted! I'm tellin' you, Sammy, it's straight up evil!"
"Dean!"
"It's disgusting and horrible! Terrifying! The destruction of trust and comfort in every way! I'm gonna kill this bitch so hard–!"
"DEAN!"
"WHAT?"
Sam raised an eyebrow as he sat on one of the beds. "All the witch did was add some valerian root to the Thanksgiving dinner. They just ended up sleeping while she robbed them blind. No one actually got hurt. Why are you taking this so personal?"
"SHE PUT IT IN THE PIE!" Dean howled, clutching his head in his hands, eyes squeezed tightly closed against the horror, tears slipping between his lids.
In the end, Dean didn't stop crying until Sam took him to an "all-you-can-eat" buffet, with twelve types of pie–
And he got to set the witch on fire and watch her burn.
Happy Thanksgiving, from the Winchester Boys and Yours Truly!
fin.