Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, just my sense of humor, which I delight in sharing with everybody. Whether they want it or not.


Dean staggered into the place where they'd once held Crowley, nearly tripping into his brother, but managing to catch his balance at the last second. "Goddamn, I feel like a million bucks!" he exclaimed, grinning loopily.

Sam stared at him, stunned. "Dean, your-your eyes."

"Are they sparklin' like a thousand diamonds?"

"They're black."

"Oh. But are they sparklin'?"

". . . a little bit."

Dean smiled, satisfied. "I've still got it."