WACKY BACCY
WOW: creep. Dean may be more affected by their latest hunt than he'd care to let on.
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"Hey Cas. You done good alerting us about this job."
"That ghost was one douchey skank, and I enjoyed blasting his creepy ass to kingdom-come."
"But you know when you said that his manifestation was always preceded by the smell of his cigarette smoke? Well, you weren't to know, being an angel an' all, but trust me, that ain't cigarette smoke. Well, not the cigarettes you're imagining anyway."
"But whatever, the ghost's gone. Time to go now; I'm hungry and Sam needs to wash his hair."
"Oh, and mind that purple unicorn on your way out, he's looking at me funny."
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