FLOWER POWER
WOW: Eyes. Oh dear; Dean's been exploring the Batcave's vaults again …
Disclaimer: Don't own them, but I would take such good care of them if I did.
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Dean's eyes flicked up from his laptop as the door from the Batcave's vaults burst open and Sam charged through, slamming it behind him. Leaning against it, he panted heavily as noxious green goo dripped down his shredded jeans.
"Next time you find a box of seeds down there," Sam gasped; "read the freakin' label before you plant the damn things."
"I only planted one," Dean retorted; "I wanted something nice for my room and you won't let me have a goldfish."
"Well congratulations," Sam snapped, bracing against the pounding door; "I hope you and your pet triffid will be very happy together."
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