Disclaimer : I don't own Supernatural or any of its characters. The only thing I own is little, green dragon socks :D
Author's note: the idea came when I went to bed (at 2 am as usual) . So , I lay in bed giggling and it was when I felt that there was a fic to come :D By the way, I had to hit my forehead on the keyboard for EACH character, so now you can imagine me with bruised forehead :D
Dean: Hey Sammy, what ya doing?
Sam: Nothing, just taking a break at the library.
Dean: Wanna play a game? :D
Sam: What game?
Dean: Hold on for a sec ;)
Dean Winchester has added Bobby Singer and Castiel to this conversation.
Dean: Hey Bobby, Hi Cas ;)
Sam: Hi guys!
Bobby: Hello boys. Bullshitting as usual?
Castiel: Where am I?
Sam: You're with us Cas :D
Dean: Hey let's play a game what d'you say?
Bobby: What game?
Dean: It's called "Hit the keyboard"
Sam: And what's the point?
Dean: You hit the keyboard with your forehead and whatever is typed you send into this chat.
Sam: (Rofl)
Castiel: I do not understand. Why must I hit the keyboard with my forehead?
Dean: C'mon Cas. It's just a game. I'll start.
Dean: hy
Sam: heh, is that all you can do?
Dean: C'mon smart ass, show us what you can do.
Sam: ok. 1 sec. I would say it's Hyu7
Dean: Cas it's your turn.
Castiel: I do not want to play this game.
Dean: C'mon Cas, Its fun. Do it.
Castiel: No
Dean: Yes
Castiel: No
Dean: Yes
Castiel: No
Dean: YESS!
Castiel: 45r
Sam: Oh just shut up and sw would ya?
Dean: I don't think so. We're just gonna knjhu
Sam: Oh really? Kiss my vhjk, Dean : D
Bobby: Idjits!
After a few seconds…..
Bobby: cvgft
(Somewhere on Earth) Crowley was looking at the monitor and smirking.
"Morons," he snorted as he sipped Craig.
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Crowley: cgftrh .';[]
The End