THE TIME ASIAN SAM TAUGHT QUEEN OF ENGLAND BOBBY HOW TO GIVE A LAPDANCE

A/N: Well I'm back.

Sam walked into Bobby's house. "WHEA IS BOBBY WONG?"

"Oh fuck me not this again." Dean sighed.

"I am here, bow to me." Bobby said from another room, his voice in a feminine British accent. Dean fainted as Bobby strutted into the room in a full length gown. "Bow to your Queen Elizabeth II."

"Oh god someone take my eyeballs and fry them then feed them to a fucking hellhound." Dean moaned.

"DNAE!" Cas poofed into the room and started tending to Dean's concussion.

"Oh sexy mama come to me." Sam wiggled his hips suggestively.

"Oh, you wicked devilish fiend!" Bobby bitch slapped Sam with his glove. "I'm married."

"Dat fucking hurt." Sam coughed up blood as Bobby blushed and giggled. "Your outfit make me feer teengiries in my penire area."

"I have a problem." Bobby sighed in a girlish manner as he sweetly sat on the couch.

"Terr me sexy mama."

"My husband, Prince Philip, can barely even get boners anymore, let alone have the tolerance to keep it going. We really need to spice up our sex life." Bobby fanned his-cough-her-cough-"its" self.

"Wait who the fuck is Philip in this crazy ass scenario." Dean's eyes widened.

"Shhhh Dnae…" Cas moaned soothingly, puckering his lips and leaning in close as he stroked Dean's masculine chest.

"Cas if your lips aren't out of my fucking face in five seconds I will slice out my eyes and use the blood to create the symbol to banish you." Dean hissed.

"I wirr herp you sexy rady." Sam nodded. "You need to do a rap dance for your husband."

Dean sat up as Elizabeth/Bobby nodded. "You mean like this?" She/he walked over to Dean and started performing a lap dance.

"First of all, kill me NOW. Second of all, if you were actually a woman and not my almost-dad, I would be seriously turned on right now." Dean nodded.

"GET OFF MY MAN." Cas punched Bobby.

"I AM NO ONE'S MAN!" Dean ran into a pantry.

"That was fucking shit." Sam shook his head. "A lap dance is like this." Sam jumped from foot to foot, slapping his lap and chanting, "Oom pa pa, Oom pa pa."

"Ohhhh!" Bobby nodded. "Oom pa pa, Oom pa pa!" Bobby repeated the motion.

Dean jumped out of the closet, holding a blade to his eyes. "SAM?! BOBBY?!"

"Balls, Dean, are you crazy?!" Bobby's eyes widened. Sam jumped on Dean and took the blade.

"YEAH I'M THE FUCKING CRAZY ONE." Dean jumped out a window.

Sam went over to stand by Bobby. "I think that boy has some serious psychological issues." Bobby nodded.

"Amen." Sam agreed.

"DNAE!" Castiel sobbed. He then stuffed his face with raw meat.

~fin~

A/N: Screw you I'm tired.