Disclaimer: This is the perfect example of why I do not own Supernatural. . .
"What the hell?" Dean yelled as he walked in on Cas playing Sims in Bobby's living room.
Then, Sam exploded cuz he's Sam.
Dean watched the sim-Cas kiss sim-Bobby and he burst into tears, ran outside and had car sex with the Impala, who honked happily.
Bobby wheeled himself out of his bedroom and fell over onto the white carpet. "Damn you wheelchair!" He yelled.
Then Meg showed up and Castiel shoved her onto some holy fire without looking up from Sam's laptop, before Bobby shrieked.
"NOOO! Those are my pants!" He pointed and everyone stared at the pink Hannah Montana pants with Edward Cullen's face on the ass.
Sam un-exploded and gasped. "You're right! Meg, you bitch, give Bobby back his pa-"
He exploded once again and Bobby sighed and rolled his eyes. "Control yourself, idgit."
"Sorry." Sam's pieces said sadly.
Dean ran back inside, with an urgency that almost made Castiel look from his game of Sims. "I'm going to Vegas!"
"Why?" Meg, Bobby, Castiel, and Sam's pieces asked.
"The Impala and I are getting married . . . she's having my child."
"Beep! Beep!" The Impala honked once again.
"Are you satisfied yet?" Dean glared into a dark corner.
The Trickster stepped foreward clapping his hands.
"Nope."
The End
A/N: I'm very sorry.