~So this fic is about when the Famine horseman is in town.~ I don't own Supernatural. DUH
Ok so Dean was walking outside his house and he shrieked!
Baby was covered in dust and need a car wash! Bad!
"My POOR, poooor baby," dean cooed to Baby. "It's okay, Baby, we will get u cleaned up in no time." And in no time, Baby was still dirty.
"It's okay, babby," Dean said, "just a sec." He drove Baby to the local carwash.
"YES!" Dean hoorayed as he drove up to the the quarter machine. "Just wut I need." He spelunked 32 quarters into the machine. Suddenly, the machine rumbled and shook & seemed to growl his name. Deann's forehead wrinkled. Aw, crapshooters, ther'es a ghost in the quarter machine, isn't there? He thought to himself.
Well, soon enough, the quarter machine spat the quarters right into deann's eye, as though mockking him. Well, it gave Dean quite the black eye. And a splitting headache. He wished that he had a cold raw steak. Not to eat, cause he does like his burgers cooked to Medium, but so that he could put it on his big black eye. Cause steaks are good for healing bruises. He saw it in the movie Harry Porter.
Well, turns out the Car Warsh was broken down. But out of know where, 6 bikini clad women began rubbin up Babby with soapy towels, and more bikinise. They looked too hot to Deam. I wonnder if these ladies are demons.
Well, they weren't anyway, But Bean didn't care anyway. He had a nice eyefull with his one good eye. Dean relaxed and told Baby not to get jealous. Soon, the entire windshield was covered with a thick blanket of soap spuds.
Suddenly, a clearing in the soap appeared in front of Dean's eyes. He squinted a little. His depth purception was off becasyse if his black eye. He coudn;t belive his eyes! Through the window was Casteel, the Angel of trenchcoast! Dean was amazed. Castiel was chowing down on some really good burgers from White Castel.