UN-FORT-UNATE
WOW: fort. Dean's been in the Batcave's vaults again ... Sam suffers.
Disclaimer: *sulks*
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Hugging his coffee mug, Sam sat down at the table opposite his brother.
"Hey Sam," Dean announced; "did you know we had Charles Fort's ashes in our vaults?"
Sam froze, eyes widening in awe.
"Charles Fort?"
"Yep, but ..."
"The greatest ever researcher and chronicler of the supernatural?" Sam gasped in excitement; "the Godfather of hunting?"
"Yep, I …"
"Dean, that's epic," Sam beamed; "how d'you find out?"
"I'm tryin' to tell you," snapped Dean; "I broke his urn, so I put the ashes in the spare sugar caddy for now."
"You've just put two spoonfuls of our Godfather in your coffee."
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