WISHFUL THINKING
WOW: fire. Dean's been reading the wrong sort of books about pagan rituals.
A/N – this drabble is in no way intended to offend my pagan friends, for whose deeply held beliefs I have enormous empathy and respect. This is Dean being his obnoxiously lovable self!
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
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"So, you're saying we've got to take part in a pagan ritual?"
"That's right Dean."
*grins*
"Not that sort of pagan ritual, Dean …"
"What, no virgins?"
"Not that I know of."
"Oh."
"Well, will there be any women then?"
"Probably."
"What naked ones?"
"No Dean, I doubt very much that they'll be naked."
"Oh."
"Well, can we burn anything then? Pagans love dancing naked around fires and burning stuff."
"No, Dean. No fires, and especially no naked dancing around them."
"Heck Sam, what are we supposed to do then?"
"We're supposed to grab a ribbon and dance round that maypole."
…
…
"What, naked?"
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