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"Dean! Damnit!"

"What am I supposed to do?"

Sam levitated in the air for a moment before being slammed into a wall.

"It wants you to sing. Sing already!"

"What the hell am I supposed to sing?"

BAM!

There goes the cabinet.

"Find something!" was the unsympathetic reply.

CRUNCH!

And there goes the fine china.

"Uuhhh…I'm on the highway to hell…highway to he-"

CRASH!

"It's the ghost of a four year-old!" Sam roared, "Sing something it will like!"

"I'm a little tea pot, short and stout…"

Sam hit the wall with decided emphasis.

30 minutes later…

"Dean, you really suck with kids, ya know that?"


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