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Warnings: None.
Pairings: None.
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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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