Don't Get Hit by a Stray Sam Winchester
A/N: This is what I tell my friends.
Elizabetta Hershey waved goodbye to her friends Marilyn and Annabella, ready to set out to 7-11 to get a Slurpee.
"Be safe!" Belle called, waving back.
"Go fuck yourself!" Marilyn chimed in.
"Look both ways before you cross the street!"
"Try not to get hit by any stray Sam Winchesters!"
Elizabetta smiled as she grew further and further away. She loved her friends. She walked all the way to 7-11, happily skipping as 'Tiptoe Through the Window' played on her iPod knockoff. She got the large Slurpee, merrily getting a mix of every flavor.
As she paid, Marilyn's words echoed in her head.
Try not to get hit by any stray Sam Winchesters!
Elizabetta walked outside, heeding the warning. All of a sudden a Sam Winchester bumped into her. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" It said in its usual friendly tune. Elizabetta shrugged. It probably wasn't that big of a deal.
She looked out at the street. All the cars had turned into Sam Winchesters. The people inside the Sam Winchester cars were Sam Winchester. She looked back at the cashier, hoping for refuge. The cashier had turned into Sam Winchester. The building had turned into Sam Winchester. She looked at the floor. It was Sam Winchester. She tried to run, but she kept bumping into Sam Winchesters. Eventually she drowned in the sea of Sam Winchesters, all the while they apologised.
In the afterlife, Elizabetta looked in a mirror. The mirror was Sam Winchester. She was Sam Winchester.
~fin~
A/N: Bye guise