ANOTHER FINE MESS, STANLEY

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Chapter 2

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"Disoriented? Dean, it's psychotic."

"His name's Stanley," Dean retorted; "don't call him 'it', that's rude."

Sam rubbed his bloodied nose, and sighed.

"Dean, where did it-he come from?"

"Well, I found this set of creepy old boxes in the vault," Dean explained calmly; "and when I opened one Stanley popped out in a puff of purple smoke."

"You found 'creepy' old boxes in our vault … and you opened one?" Sam groaned. "Well, anyway, we're not keeping him. He's wild, he's dropping purple glittery poop everywhere, and he farts. Rainbows."

Dean stared humourlessly at Sam. "Says the man whose innards kill cows at ten paces."

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