A/N: I was talking with the amazing sammysmissingshoe, and this topic of conversation came up. Other than that...I have nothing to say. Enjoy...?
-Jaq
"Dean! Dean!"
Dean immediately stood up, fingers instinctively going towards his gun. "Sam?"
Sam came jogging into the room, slightly breathless, and shoved a large, mouldy tome in front of his brother.
"A book? You interrupted me for some book? Come on, Sammy," Dean whined, relaxing and sitting back down.
"Not just any book." Sam closed it and pointed to the title. 'Demonic Offshoots and Mutations,' it read in fancy gold lettering.
"Yeah? So? There's a thousand books like it around here. The Men of Letters were friggin' librarians."
Sam rolled his eyes and thumbed through the book until he found what he was looking for. Clearing his throat, he began to read.
"The Arion Distinctus, or common garden slug, is one of these such offshoots. Arion Distinctuses were created by mistake while trying to make a permanent demon form that could not be exorcised. Fortunately, the spell went wrong, and the demonic essence was rendered harmless to most life forms. The exception, of course, is plants. Arion Distinctuses do, however, retain many demon-like qualities. They react to salt and holy water, and cannot break out of the Key of Solomon."
Dean's expression had grown increasingly more confused as Sam read the small passage. "And we need to know this...why?"
Sam shrugged. "It might be useful, you never know. I always wondered why slugs reacted like that to salt. After all, their slime should protect them from most stuff that soaks up water and therefore dehydrates and kills them."
"...I am so glad I know this information," Dean said sarcastically.
"This is a great book. You should read it, Dean," Sam said, avoiding answering Dean's remark.
"Thanks, I'll pass," Dean replied immediately. "You go have fun with your slugs. Now, shoo. I'm halfway through fudging us tickets for the Rush tour next month."
Sam rolled his eyes but retreated back into his room.
He supposed he wouldn't tell Dean about the slugs that were currently trapped inside his brother's closet. After all, some things are better left unsaid.
A/N: I wrote this at five in the afternoon. this wasn't even a brainchild born at three am. Why does this exist? If you liked, you should review, though, because I'm gonna answer my own question and tell you that it exists for your enjoyment, and I like to hear that it served its purpose. Thanks for reading! have a nice day.
-Jaq
official song of this story: nine in the afternoon by panic! at the disco. Because that song makes about as much sense as this story does. If you know what it means. Explain? It's a good song but it makes. no. sense. whatsoever.