A.N.: And here we go Chapter 3! Thanks to everyone who reads, likes and reviews this silly, silly story! Love to all of you :D
Disclaimer: So far there have been no haunted roller coasters, evil dust bunnies, or grumpy Yetis on the show, so I don't own it *sigh*
"Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"What do you think we should do?"
"I don't know. I'm thinking."
"Better do it fast bro, fuzzy is getting closer."
"I know Dean, I can hear it."
"Do you think we should play dead?"
"That's for bears."
"Okay genius well then what do you suggest?"
"I'm thinking."
"No hurry Sam, it's just right freaking there!"
"I know Dean! Jesus, okay, okay."
"Sorry Sammy."
"It's fine. Just let me think."
"…."
"It has to get through all of the snow to get to us."
"Great, it's going to work up an appetite."
"Yeah. Dammit! Can't see anything!"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean its pitch black in this stupid cave."
"It's black in here? Shit, I just thought that was my head injury playing tricks on my eyes."
"Nope. It's dark and cold and freezing in here, pretty much the top three things desired for a cave."
"Guess that is why you never find them on the front of better home and gardens."
"You read better homes and gardens?"
"No. Forget that, Sam what do you have around you right now?"
"I can't see, remember?"
"I know dude, use your freakishly overgrown mitts and paw around, what do you feel?"
"Um…first aid kit."
"Yeah get that, we will patch fluffy up and then in its gratitude it will want to be our pet. You always wanted a dog Sam."
"You're hysterical Dean."
"I know."
"No Dean, hysterical as in at the brink of hysteria."
"Bitch."
"Okay, let's see what we got."
"That's my leg."
"Okay."
"That's my other leg."
"Okay."
"Whoa Sam! Not on the first date."
"Try to stay focused Dean."
"Hey I wasn't the one man handling my…what the hell are you doing?"
"Looking for your lighter."
"Why?"
"We packed beers Dean."
"And? You really think getting drunk is the most ideal plan right now?"
"There it is!"
"Well I feel violated."
"Dean, can you tear off a piece of your shirt?"
"Um…yeah. Here."
"Great, now if I can just,"
"Sam, are you doing what I think you are doing?"
"Yup."
"What if you miss?"
"Guess you will have to come up with the next plan to save our asses."
A.W.: Will Sam's plan work? Will they get out of there? Will Dean ever stop being a smart ass? Stay tuned!
