Word of the week: Literal
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A double…one of two! Hope you enjoy! I did!
"You do understand the difference, don't you," Sam asked, Dean detecting a slight hint of smugness in his tone.
"Yes, I do! And I just assumed that by now, you know to take me at my word!" Dean snapped back.
"Well, when you said you were going to literally beat it to death with its own corpse, I had no idea you could mean that!" Sam exclaimed with a snort.
"Well, I did," Dean said as he tried to brush the grave dirt from his hair. "I figured, it's a revenant-already dead-I didn't plan for its arm to come off! It was handy! I had everything under control!"
"Dean, you beat it back into its own grave with a body part you ripped off," Sam argued. "That is not my definition of under control!"
Dean glowered at Sam, the flames from the grave illuminating his grimy face, and a slight smirk.
"And did you really just say—handy—to me? Cause that is just wrong Dean," Sam stated.
"What? It was there," Dean said defensively.
"I might never get the imagine out of my head of you waving to me from the grave, with a dead dude's hand!"
Here is a double…couldn't help myself! Enjoy!
"I don't think he meant it in the literal kind of way, Dean," Sam mumbled as he tried to keep Dean upright and balanced against the Impala as he tried to pull the keys free from Dean's pocket.
Dean didn't respond, he just keep on singing at the top of his lungs, the other patrons idling in the parking lot getting a free concert of the best drunken renditions of Creedance.
"Dean!" Sam snapped he yanked the door open. "Get in the car!"
"But I wanna sing again!" Dean sung out as he tried to walk back towards the bar.
"No Dean! You need to sleep it off," Sam said as he grabbed Dean's arm and steered him back towards the car and into the open door.
Dean all but tumbled onto the seat, mumbled as he did, "Where is the other guy?"
"Probably still under the table," Sam exclaimed. "That's where you left him."
Dean laughed and asked, "I did it?"
"Yeah Dean, you drank him literally under the table, you happy now?" Sam grumbled.
Kinda," Dean yelled out before belting out another song.
"Dean, we are never doing karaoke again, ever," Sam snapped he slammed the door shut.
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